Chapter 362: Stop talking. If you keep talking, the world will be in chaos.
Go to Beijing, here we come.
The voice of the border warriors was shouted so loudly in Wanshou Temple.
Any nobleman with any political sensitivity would have to change his face drastically.
The warriors of the Shenwei Army were not only complaining for General Long, but also demonstrating to the imperial court.
They shouted like this step by step, causing the nobles, wealthy businessmen and believers around them to stop and watch.
This is what Chu Qianqiu wants.
"The pure place of Buddhism is making so much noise, these Qiu Ba are simply lawless."
"Stop shouting. If you keep shouting, the foundation of the country will be shaken!"
"It's treasonous, it's simply treasonous!"
Shi Yu, the Minister of Rites, had his lips trembling a little. He knew better than anyone else the purpose of shouting like this.
Chu Qianqiu wanted to attract everyone's attention and make everyone think about three questions.
Who is Chu Qianqiu, the guard of the Li camp?
Why did he want to meet General Long?
Didn’t the court say that General Long was fine?
Sure enough, Shi Yu's mother, the Shi family's mother who came to Wanshou Temple to burn incense this time, quickly asked:
"Son, isn't General Long doing well at Wanshou Temple?"
"Son, please tell mother quickly what happened."
"Son, we can't forget our roots. If General Long hadn't defeated the bandits of Daxia, our family would have been destroyed."
Shi Yu, the Minister of Rites, quickly comforted him:
"Mom, that's not the case. General Long is fine and nothing has happened. Those are just rumors and lies to deceive the public!"
"Really? You have to tell your mother the truth."
"It's really okay. These Qiu Ba are lawless and disrupting the pure place of Buddhism."
Shi Yu gritted his teeth and cursed, constantly cursing Chu Qianqiu in his heart.
"Stop shouting!"
"Why are you shouting!"
When Chu Qianqiu reached the 300th step, someone couldn't help but jump out, and the nobles around him seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief.
Finally, someone jumped out to stop Chu Qianqiu.
"This is Cui Jin, the son of Cui Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs."
As the saying goes, if you don't come to the capital, you don't know how to be an official.
In particular, this Wanshou Temple is an orthodox Buddhist school. The Queen Mother and Empress would come here to offer incense, which shows that they have a high status, and there are countless other officials, big and small.
On this long step, on the 84,000 steps of Buddhist farming, if you hit it casually, you can hit the son of a minister or the daughter of a minister.
The steps for worshiping the Buddha are very spacious, and Chu Qianqiu and his party of more than fifty people can accommodate even if they walk in a row.
As they walked along like this, there were naturally many noble people watching.
Paying homage to Buddha, paying homage to Buddha, and paying homage to any Buddha is not as important as watching a play.
It was a good show when Chu Qianqiu faced off against the son of Cui Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
"Chu came here to pay homage to Buddha and meet General Long. Why not?" Chu Qianqiu sneered and enveloped the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs with a murderous aura to test his body.
Those who will die will be killed by him.
Cui Jin's hands trembled instantly, as if he had seen a bloodthirsty beast.
"This, this is an important place for Buddhism. How can I allow you to make noise here?" Cui Jin said although his teeth were chattering, he still suppressed his fear.
He belongs to an ordinary dandy boy. He could neither enter Zhishan College nor Wanshou Temple. He only relied on his father's protection to sneak into the Imperial College to study. Now he is in his twenties and has only accumulated a lot of energy. How can he block Chu Qianqiu's attack?
murderous look?
I didn't pee on the spot, so I was very brave.
"Do you want to stop me?"
"If not, just give way."
Chu Qianqiu pushed gently, Cui Jin did not dare to move, and the chair was pushed away easily.
The moment he was pushed away, Cui Jin understood that he and Chu Qianqiu were characters in two different worlds.
One is an anointed disciple who reads the words of the saint and enjoys rich food and clothing, and the other is a strong warrior who fights from the border of the empire with a sword in his hand.
The two people have no common language.
Cui Jin is not good at martial arts, but he is not a fool. He is also familiar with history.
Whenever the empire decays, the warriors on the border often cannot get satisfactory rewards, so the warriors will use the swords in their hands to seek justice for themselves.
Now the warriors from the border are coming.
Chu Qianqiu and his personal guards stepped on the steps of the Buddhist gate. Every few steps he took, he would look up into the distance and shout in unison:
"The Li camp is guarding Chu Qianqiu and has come to pay homage to the general."
There were fewer and fewer people watching the show around, and many people had strange looks on their faces.
Those who can come here are either rich or noble.
The Buddha crosses the destiny, but does not cross the poor ghost.
No one who is not a martial artist can reach the end of these 84,000 steps.
What's more, if you can't even light the cheapest incense, why are you here?
Therefore, Wanshou Temple has become an excellent performance stage.
Naturally, Chu Qianqiu did not want to retrieve General Long, but used the spiritual totem he left behind to attack the authority of the court and remind people of General Long once again.
This is an important performance art, and through this behavior, the nobles of the Shenwu Dynasty had to face a difficult problem.
Is a court worthy of loyalty to a court that brings no good end to its loyal ministers?
Is this loyalty and filial piety?
"Why, why do you have to shout out."
"If you hadn't told me, everyone would have been fine."
Cui Jin groaned in pain.
Every warrior has his own philosophy, and not many people can openly say that they are barbarians and shameless.
The disciples of Zhishan Academy, after reading the words of saints, can do some things that are worse than pigs or dogs in private, but if they really put it out in the open, even they themselves cannot accept it.
For martial arts masters, the idea of being unable to reconcile themselves is more terrifying than any enemy and will cause them endless pain.
Now Chu Qianqiu was on the steps of Wanshou Temple, as if he had turned on a small speaker. Every time he shouted, they had to face the fact of General Long again.
One step at a time, no one dares to stop me.
In the pure place of Buddhism, everyone who knew about this lowered their heads.
When a group of people walked from morning to sunset, slowly, bit by bit, to the end, they were followed by a group of noble people.
When Chu Qianqiu stepped onto the last step, what greeted him was not the light of the vast Buddha, nor the majestic Zen master, but a graceful and noble young woman.
The woman's face was beyond words, and she was guarded by a group of personal maids, which was unmatched by ordinary women.
"Your Highness the Princess."
Shi Yu, the Minister of Rites, exclaimed in a low voice, why he didn't receive the news, why did His Majesty's sister, Princess Qinghe, appear in Wanshou Temple? Hasn't she always been at odds with Buddhism?
The eldest princess glanced at Chu Qianqiu and said coldly:
"You are Chu Qianqiu who is guarding the Li camp."
"Exactly."
"Okay then, let me take it."
In front of the Buddhist temple, the guards on both sides were at war with each other.