On the land of Chenzhou, war horses are galloping.

Those long past events were mentioned by visitors, and the family members were shocked and found it incredible.

"Can you still...can you still accept offerings?"

An old man held his young grandson and looked at the two sergeants in surprise.

"Yes!" the sergeant said, "The envoy will lead the officials of Chenzhou to worship at the Martyrs' Shrine every year."

"Well, maybe I can go there later?"

"able!"

"That's good!" the old man said happily: "I'm just worried that my second brother will go to the Martyrs' Shrine and there will be no one to worship him on weekdays, so he will be hungry!"

The sergeant said: "Don't worry, old man. The Martyrs' Shrine is located inside Xuanxue. Every day, Xuanxue people burn incense and recite scriptures."

"Metaphysics...what is that?" The old man was stunned.

"It's the Imperial College in Chang'an. Do you know the Imperial College? That's what His Majesty uses."

"What? Your Majesty uses metaphysics to worship the second child? Don't you dare, don't you dare!"

"Now that metaphysics is in our Chenzhou, we can rest assured!"

"Thank you very much!"

The old man salutes.

The sergeant asked: "Where is your son's tomb? I will go and visit him later."

The old man said: "No!"

"No more?"

"After the war that year, a sergeant sent me a pension, saying that my second brother was trampled to death by a random horse when he rushed to kill me, and he couldn't be found!"

The sergeant said solemnly, "That's a hero."

The old man turned around, "But I called him back."

"Called back?"

"When I got the news, I cried for two days. On the third day, I thought that my second son had no place to live, so I invited the gentleman from the village and called my second son's name. I called him back all night long."

"Where?"

"Inside."

The two sergeants followed the old man into the ancestral hall.

As soon as you enter, you can see several tablets.

The old man pointed to a tablet and said, "The second child is inside."

The two sergeants knelt down on one knee.

"Sergeant Chenzhou Army, Chen Yan."

"Sergeant Chenzhou Army, Ma Wen."

"Come here as ordered!"

"In September of the eighth year of the Qian Dynasty, the envoy Yang Xuan ordered Xuanxue to build the Zhongmartie Temple, which was completed today. The envoy ordered the heroes to be summoned into the temple to be worshiped by the soldiers and civilians of Chenzhou."

"Brother Lin, please follow me!"

The old man held his grandson's hand and watched the two of them walk out.

"Erlang!"

The old man was reluctant to give up and then smiled again.

The grandson asked: "Aweng, where has my second uncle gone?"

The old man said: "Your second uncle has become a god!"

"Becoming a god?"

"right!"

"Aweng, then...who will worship the second uncle?"

"Datang!"

…

One by one the envoys rushed back to Lin'an.

In the Chungyeolsa Shrine, professors and their disciples were reciting sutras to attract souls.

Envoys came in one by one, were greeted by professors, and then burned three pillars of incense.

More and more messengers came back, and the incense became more and more prosperous.

"The envoy is here."

Yang Xuan came with Chenzhou officials.

Groups of sergeants led the way, surrounded by silent people on both sides.

"What a huge battle!" said an old man.

"Well! I hope that those loyal souls will be able to rest in peace."

The sergeants wore bright armor and lined up on both sides holding long guns.

There was a passage in the middle, and Yang Xuan walked in through this passage.

There was a faint sound of chanting scriptures inside.

The sound gradually grew louder.

Someone saw what was going on inside from the front and said, "Your Majesty is kneeling down!"

Everyone was moved.

"It's worth it to have such honor after death!" said a man.

"yes!"

"I will join the army when I get back!" said a young man.

Next to him was probably his father, who slapped him on the back of the head and said, "How can it be so easy to join the army? If you don't do it, you will die!"

The boy covered the back of his head and protested: "They can die, why can't I?"

"I don't want to leave!"

While they were arguing, someone exclaimed, "The king is offering incense!"

"If you burn incense, burn incense, so what, hey!"

Yang Xuan stood opposite the memorial tablet, picked up three sticks of incense in both hands, and walked forward.

Raise your hand and put three sticks of incense into the ashes.

The hand just left.

puff!

A gust of wind whipped up suddenly, picking up the fireworks and rushing straight up.

When everyone saw this spectacle, they couldn't help but raise their heads.

The incense was rolled into a column of smoke and shot straight into the sky above the mountain gate.

The people outside couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my God!"

"This is... this is a manifestation!"

Outside the mountain gate, people knelt down.

Yang Xuan looked up at the smoke column, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

On the other side, Han Ji smiled: "Well done."

Cao Ying nodded, "You're welcome."

The old thief said: "Is this arranged?"

Cao Ying said: "With so many people, how can we cope with Lang Jun's hard work if we don't make some noise? Lao Huang and the others took action together, and that's how we created this battle."

The old thief clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid this scene will become more and more popular among the people."

Han Ji said: "That's good. Lang Jun's classmate is called Bao Dong. It is said that he has a sharp tongue. Let him spread the news."

While talking, Lin Feibao came back.

"Good job!" Cao Ying praised.

Lin Feibao shook his head.
To be continued...