Caravans and horses stretched out on the desolate plain, and the wind and sand faced them. A huge group of more than a dozen different caravans headed towards a majestic city in the distance.

"Hurry up!" the caravan leader shouted.

"The Kingdom of Mirage is coming. It will be safe once we get there. We have successfully completed our business trip this time."

"It's really unimaginable that there is such a rich and tall city in this ghost place."

The hills in the distance are undulating and desolate.

A river meanders like a giant snake, with large red shrubs growing wherever it passes. A city is built not far from the river.

There are all desolate lands around, but here, it is extremely fertile.

Outside the city, there are shady trees and clusters of shrubs along the river, like a land given by heaven.

The Mirage Kingdom is a country between the Western Region and the Northern Desert. It also belongs to the Rakshasa people and is a branch left after the split of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom.

The buildings in the city are mainly earthen buildings, plus palaces and temples with domed white columns. The entire city is built on the ridge, looking tall and majestic from a distance.

In the city, people are not only coming and going on the streets, but also on the rooftops, because they are connected together, you can see children and women walking around, playing or drying clothes.

Wear light clothes and even bare breasts.

Compared with the Rakshasa people in Chazhou, the Rakshasa people here can no longer see the customs and influence of the Central Plains.

On the banks of the river, groups of Rakshasa people can be seen fetching water, and soldiers wearing exotic-style armor can also be seen patrolling on the city walls.

Whether you are heading to Beihuang or Xiyi, this is an important transit place, so you can see an endless stream of cars and horses heading here.

Going left is the Western Region, going right is the grassland, and going forward is the desert.

Therefore, the Mirage Kingdom is also an extremely wealthy country among the countries in the Western Regions.

Above the clouds.

A chariot pulled by a mythical beast passed by, riding through the haze across the sky at high speed.

In the carriage, the Taoist was playing chess with Yunjun. Yunjun scratched his head and cheeks, while the Taoist looked at the earth below.

"The scenery outside the Great Wall is vast and desolate, but it has a certain flavor."

Suddenly, marks appeared between his eyebrows, Kong Chenzi's eyes moved, and his face showed joy.

"Um?"

The Taoist glanced under the cloud head, his eyes passed through the layers of earth, and he immediately discovered the existence of the Mirage Kingdom.

"Is there another Dharma Protector who can be enlightened?"

The Taoist laughed: "Sure enough, if you go out for a walk more often, good things will happen to you!"

Then he said: "General Donkey! That's it for today. Let's go down and find a place to rest."

General Donkey shouted excitedly: "Don't worry, Master, General Donkey is going down now!"

The donkey was so happy that he could finally take a breath again.

And looking at the city below, it is bustling and lively, which is its favorite.

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Mirage country.

In the splendid hall, in the scorching sunshine and in the hot weather, only the cold floors and stone pillars can dispel the chill.

The wind blew from the long corridor in all directions, passing through the pillars and lifting the gauze curtain. Sitting above it was a strong Rakshasa man wearing a white robe.

He is strong and mighty, tall and powerful. As a king, he is indeed a good image to sell.

In the words of the Central Plains people, it means that one has the aura of a king.

A gorgeous and alluring beauty lay on his lap, her fair face pressed against his legs, rubbing them carefully, and looking at the man with a pair of lustful and charming eyes.

There were two Rakshasa women beside him fanning him to cool him down. He didn't have much clothes on, but he was covered with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry.

The man looked down boredly, stroking Mei Ji's hair as if stroking a kitten.

There was a group of people standing under the palace, almost all of them warriors, and the rest were all offering sacrifices to the elderly. But the most eye-catching thing at the moment was that the one standing in the center was a red-robed monk.

The monk spoke in skilled Rakshasa language to all the dignitaries of the Mirage Kingdom present.

"Why?"

"Our Mirage Kingdom has such a dangerous position, occupying the most fertile Dragon Mirage River. Over the years, its territory has become smaller and smaller. The small towns of the kingdoms that were originally vassal to us and paid tribute every year have betrayed one after another."

"The small towns in the country that were originally subordinate to us and surrendered to us are now looking at us with covetous eyes."

"Because only with the blessing of powerful gods like the Garuda Kingdom can our country prosper."

"The Garuda Kingdom worships the Garuda God and can control the Garuda God Bird. Many city-states will worship the Garuda Kingdom. Even the demons are afraid of the Lord of the Garuda Kingdom."

"The Dragon Mirage God currently enshrined in the Mirage Kingdom can only enable our Mirage Kingdom to avoid the demonic disasters that come from the desert and grasslands, but it is not enough to give us the power to be powerful and control demons."

"We have to change our worship to another god, such as the powerful Lord Ditian."

The Garuda Kingdom is the overlord of the countries in the Western Regions. As soon as Monk Fan said this vivid metaphor, many dignitaries of the Mirage Kingdom present nodded their heads.

Monk Fan went on to say: "As long as you convert to our Lord Emperor Tian, ​​you will be able to receive the Lord's gifts from the Land of Ultimate Bliss."

“In the past, the old leader of the Nagaland Kingdom believed in the God of Garuda, and that’s how he rose to prominence.”

"Under the seat of Venerable Emperor Ditian, there is the dragon, the sacred snake, and the Arhat protector. He is one of the most powerful venerables in the Paradise Buddha Land, far surpassing the god Garuda."

"If we can get the approval of His Majesty Ditian, the king will definitely be able to rebuild the former Rakshasa Kingdom, so that the Garuda Kingdom and the other countries in the Western Regions will all prostrate themselves at the feet of the king."

The monk had said this many times in front of the lord of the mirage kingdom, so the dignitaries of the mirage kingdom below kept nodding their heads, but the lord of the mirage kingdom at the top showed no expression at all, and was rather impatient.

Buddhism is also divided into multiple branches. For example, the former Fengmo Temple worshiped the Eight-Armed Arhat.

The Garuda Kingdom worships the sacred bird Garuda, and the Mirage Kingdom worships the dragon mirage.

There is also competition among these Buddhist sages, arhats, and gods. When they compete for believers, the vassal and city-states that believe in them also fight with blood.

The leader of the Mirage Kingdom was already impatient, raised his hand and said.

"I already know it, and I also ask the mage to start quickly to communicate with the Lord Ditian for our Mirage Kingdom."

"My mirage country is willing to worship His Majesty. From now on, I will be a devout believer under His Majesty Ditian."

Monk Fan nodded with satisfaction and immediately walked out of the palace.

A high platform was erected below, with the statue of Lord Ditian erected high, and dozens of monks in red robes were already prepared, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Everything has been prepared, waiting for the monk to take his place.

The monk seemed to have some strange skills. He stamped his feet and pinched the lotus mantra, and the tall statue suddenly emitted layers of halo.

The monks chanted scriptures, and a strange and mysterious atmosphere enveloped the entire palace.

But two hours later, the sky had turned from morning to afternoon, and there was still no movement.

Finally, the mirage king on the stage became impatient, pushed Mei Ji aside, walked down from the top, and walked directly outside the palace.

He asked the monk.

"Why no response yet?"

The red-robed monk stopped his movements, turned around, and saluted the Lord of the Mirage Kingdom.

"We still need sacrifices."

Fan Sengtu finally revealed his true purpose.

"If the sacred soil of the Mirage Kingdom can be sacrificed, the Lord will definitely give everything the king wants."

The whole place was in an uproar, and many of the dignitaries of the Mirage Kingdom stood up and yelled at the monk loudly, and even directly stepped forward to ask the Lord of the Mirage Kingdom to kill him.

"impossible."

"Monk, you are actually here to plot against the sacred land of our Mirage Kingdom. Please ask the Lord to kill this person with ulterior motives as soon as possible."

"The divine soil is the foundation of our Mirage Kingdom. It is a treasure of our country and must not be given away."

"That's right! After giving it away, our Mirage Kingdom will be in great trouble."

"Without the divine soil, how could we gain a foothold in this desert? It is precisely because of this divine soil that our Mirage Kingdom has been able to stand firm for so many years."

The red-robed monk was not afraid at all and said loudly: "Your Majesty, think about it."

"This national treasure can only protect the land of one city, but Venerable Di Tian can grant the king the entire Western Region."

"One city! One region!"

"Wouldn't the king settle this debt? Or is the king willing to be the master of this little dragon mirage forever?"

The Lord of the Mirage Kingdom hesitated, but the last words of the monk in red stirred the deepest desire and unwillingness in his heart.

In the end, his heart was filled with greed and ambition.

The Lord of the Mirage Kingdom nodded, raised his arm and pointed downwards.

"good!"

"If you can ask the will of the Venerable Emperor Ditian to come to our Kingdom of Mirage, I will personally receive the ordination in front of the Venerable and offer the divine soil with my own hands."

The monk laughed endlessly.

"Since the king is willing to believe in me, I will definitely not let him down."

"From now on, the lord of the country is destined to become the lord of the entire Western Region."

The red-robed monk jumped up and flew up to the high platform.

There was a weird roar, a finger pointed to the sky, and light shot into the sky.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color and became dark for a moment.

All the red monks seemed to be burning with red flames, surrounding the entire high platform and the statue of Lord Ditian.

The fire also ignited the ground and the entire high platform, but such a fire did not burn or destroy anything.

The tall statue of Lord Ditian shook violently, and red light continued to seep out from the statue. Coupled with the dark sky and the dark scene, the entire mirage kingdom turned dark in an instant.
Chapter completed!