After dawn the next day, Wang Yu took Yan Chixia, Xiahou Wu and 18 cavalry to leave Yanmen County.

Although winter has begun in the north and heavy snow everywhere has almost closed all roads, it is not a big deal for Wang Yu and his group.

Among the twenty-one people on this trip, the worst-in-class people are all acquired realm. Most of the horses under their crotch are famous horses from outside the border, which can be stopped by ordinary wind and snow.

In a hurry to travel, at noon the next day, they left the Bingzhou border and came north of Taihang.

In the evening, the group passed by Taihang by horses.

After rushing through the snow for two consecutive days, although everyone was very strong, they couldn't help feeling a little tired. After leaving Taihang, looking at the gradually darkening sky, at Xiahou Wu's suggestion, Wang Yu nodded and agreed to his opinion of looking for a place to rest tonight.

As his personal guard, the eighteen cavalry who followed him to the capital had experienced days of running around when they burned Dragon City with him outside the Great Wall. If they really wanted to slander the road, they would definitely not be able to hold back.

With their current foot strength, they can reach Kyoto in only three or five days at most, but now there are more than ten days before the day of the dynasty. There is really no need to march as quickly as they did after burning Longcheng in order to avoid the main force of the Huns.

"Mr. Marquis, I am familiar with the road from Taihang Mountain. When I walk forward ten miles, there should be an abandoned temple. Judging from the sky, there should be a night rain around midnight tonight.

After all, it was a bit unbeautiful to set up a camp in the rain. Why wouldn’t I go forward ten miles and spend the night in that temple?" Xiahou Wu, the person who proposed a rest and recuperation, had long been confident.

Wang Yu nodded in agreement with Xiahou Wu's proposal. He spent six years in this life in the border and outside the frontier. He could easily say the geographical features of the two states.

As for the pass, except for some important and dangerous places in the pass, he didn't know much about ordinary county temples.

Ten miles are not far away for ordinary horse teams, let alone the team led by Wang Yu. In less than a cup of tea, under the dark night, twenty-one cavalry had already stopped before a ruined temple.

After lifting the coat wrapped around him, Wang Yu looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him with great interest.

Buddha temple.

A Buddha temple with the "true Buddha" inside.

When he first arrived at this dilapidated temple, he used his spiritual sense to scan the dilapidated temple in front of him, and found something interesting. There was actually a place with golden Buddha light in the backyard of the dilapidated temple mentioned by Xiahou Wu.

Is this Buddhist sect in Dazhou stupid to be a man named Wang?

Xiahou Wu, a swordsman who was once obsessed with fighting for the world's number one, said that this place was a dilapidated temple, then Wang Yu believed that this place was really a dilapidated temple in the past.

Because, before defeating himself, the guy who beat him, Xiahou Wu, who was shockingly determined to win or lose, was definitely one of the people in the world who least wanted him to die.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for him to take Wang Yu to a temple where Buddhist powers were stationed.

After all, the grudge between Wang Yu and Pudu Cihang was known to Dazhou. If Pudu Cihang, who served as a national teacher as a monk, had no connection with Buddhism, it would be purely a fool.

Therefore, the Buddhist "eminent monk" in the dilapidated temple in front of him is waiting for the king!

I am not afraid of breaking my teeth and not coaxing believers in the future.

Wang Yu, who was confident and strong enough, smiled and dusted the wind and snow on his body, and immediately walked towards the dilapidated temple.

Yan Chixia, who was following him, also saw something wrong because of her profound inheritance. However, before he could speak to remind Wang Yu, Wang Yu, who had already stepped into the ruined temple, had already spoken to their ears.

Although his back was facing everyone, Wang Yu opened his mouth and his words easily reached everyone's ears: "The guard moved the horses into the front yard of the dilapidated temple and placed them properly. Then he would make a fire in the front yard and eat and rest, and he would be on duty normally at night.

The Xiahou Captain will command the night watch. Tonight, if there is any movement in the atrium and the backyard, you don’t have to come and investigate. Just take care of yourself.

Yan Chixia followed me into the middle hall. Your inheritance is quite good and you have rich experience in walking in the world. Come to the middle hall to help me identify who the person is.”

After listening to Wang Yu's instructions, Xiahou Wu could not know that he had chosen the wrong place. He was impulsive and wanted to rush into the back hall to ask the person with the sword in his hand, whether he had eaten the bear heart or the leopard courage, and he actually dared to plot against him, the great master of martial arts in this world.

However, when he saw Wang Yu's glance at him, he resisted the impulse.

If it is not necessary, he doesn't want to face the marquis not far away when he is not sure enough.

Three years ago, when the marquis was at its peak, he accidentally clashed with the constables in Xia County, Yanmen County because he chased a group of thieves with heavy rewards.

When he used his martial arts power to kill the thief and mocked the constable to retreat, he happened to meet the marquis who was inspecting the counties and counties under his command.

Then, there is nothing.

In front of Yanmen County, there was a man who was hanging upside down for three days and three nights.

Because of his unyielding nature, he hung up in front of Yanmen County and County City seven or eight times one after another. It was not until Yan Chixia, the foolish bird, took over his position that he willingly joined the Zhenbei Army under the condition that the marquis promised him to challenge him once a year.

After a look stopped Xiahou Wu from trying to do a martyrdom, Wang Yu stepped into the atrium of the ruined temple with great strides. Seeing this, Yan Chixia had to follow closely.

Unlike Xiahou Wu, the martial arts fanatic, he sincerely hopes for the good of this marquis.

As a Zhou native, as a Taoist disciple who was taught to kill demons and eliminate demons and protect the people since he was a child, Yan Chixia had an inexplicable sense of responsibility for the life and death of the people in the world.

It is precisely because of this sense of responsibility to the people of the world that he became the title of a slapped judge in the twenty-six provinces in the future.

Not only the thieves and demons and monsters who were judged by him, but also corrupt officials and landlords and powerful people who held power, fame and fortune were also within his judgment. This is also the reason why he could only hide in Lanruo Temple in the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl.

After being tolerated by the world, what else can he do besides seclusion?

Since he became a leader, he has traveled all over the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, practicing his own chivalrous power and eradicating the injustice of the world. However, from the young swordsman who was so powerful at the beginning to the current middle-aged man in the wind and frost, he found that he was simply doing useless work.

The world is getting more and more chaotic. The demons and monsters who could only survive and survive now dare to divide the yin and yang from living people. Some remote places are the world of living people in the daytime, and at night they become the world of demons and ghosts.

In the days when the landlords and powerful people were in danger, they exploited the villagers and completely tore up the faces of the villagers' sages in the past, hoping to enjoy more wealth.

Those corrupt officials chose to fall into depravity under their responsibilities, treating the people under their command like pigs and dogs, and for the sake of wealth and sex, some people were so brave that they danced with demons.

When he had never set foot in Bingzhou in the past, he thought that because of the disaster of barbarians, the two states of Bingzhou were probably even more miserable than in the Great Zhou Pass. Not to mention that the bones were exposed in the wilderness for thousands of miles without people, it would definitely not be better.

But who would have thought that he actually saw a trace of prosperity in this traditional bitter and cold place.

Those who plough have their own fields, those who live in houses, those who have their own clothes to cover the cold, and those who have hunger have food to eat.

This is something that the Great Zhou Dynasty had never done when Emperor Shizu revived!

Seeing that he could live and work in peace and contentment and the people of the two states, Yan Chixia realized that he was wrong. The small righteousness of one person and one sword could save someone for a while but could not save the world for a lifetime. When the Great Zhou was already corrupt, for the sake of the people of the world, the Lord Lingwu must not make any mistakes.

So, as he deliberately approached through Xiahou Wu's martial cynicism, he now replaced Feng He and became the guard of Yanmen Pass.

After entering the atrium, the first thing that entered Wang Yu's eyes was a stone Buddha statue. It was slightly past the Buddha statue that was nearly meter tall, and the murals covering the atrium entered Wang Yu's sight.

Looking at the bright murals that were incompatible with the dilapidated atrium, Wang Yu guessed what tricks the Buddhists wanted to play.

Wang Yu, who had not been entertained for five or six years, had a little bit of playing. He really wanted to see what Buddhism in this world is, and he was so confident that he could save him, the fire demon executioner in the barbarians, put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha.

"Mr. Marquis, the Buddhist murals are so strange, and they can't be seen!" Just as Wang Yu was about to observe the flying murals in the atrium from the beginning and try the depth of Buddhism in this world, Yan Chixia, who was not very good at seeing people's eyes, suddenly ran up to destroy the atmosphere.

After reaching out to stop what Yan Chixia was about to say, Wang Yu said confidently: "Chixia, it's okay. There are so many tricks from Buddhism. What is set in this atrium is nothing more than a dream of walking in the world.

If you are interested, why not dream with me? If you are not interested, just take care of my body in the atrium. It is rumored that this dream of Buddhism can make people realize the most. I don’t know if the bald man in the backyard is so profound enough. Don’t let me be happy in vain.”

Looking at Wang Yu who was full of confidence, Yan Chixia thought about her experience of being hammered when she approached the marquis, and then she was speechless. Yes, this marquis is not a physical mortal.

Under the great pressure, the marquis's will was able to eliminate evil landlords and powerful people, kill corrupt officials, chase and die, rush to the grasslands outside the border, appease the people in the secluded states, and combine the two states. The firmness of this marquis' will can be called rare in the world.

Not to mention the unknown wild monks in this small wilderness temple, even the masters of the six Buddhist sects will not shake the marquis’ heart.

Without anyone's interference, Wang Yu looked at the murals on the atrium wall with great interest. Although the main style of the murals is relatively freehand, the partial portrayal is mainly realistic.

Wang Yu seemed to see a child born in this mural and born in a scholarly family. With the growth of the child, he upholds his father's wish and embarks on the road to imperial examinations.

Scholars, Juren, and Jinshi were easily included in their pockets.

The young Jinshi post-school son was valued by his master and married a daughter to him. He then became proud of the officialdom for decades. From a commoner to a high-ranking minister, he became a prime minister and ruled the civil servants. When the old general passed away, he was posthumously named Wen Wenzheng, which was without regrets.
Chapter completed!