To be able to eat the Jokhang Temple would not be small. It is estimated that there are only a few forces in the world that can do it.
Apart from the imperial courts of various countries, a person's name is already on his lips.
Mingjiao Fangla.
Fang La definitely had this strength. During his heyday, he defeated Soochow twice and caused the Song Dynasty to almost fall.
Moreover, even if he came this way, they said that they disappeared when they reached the desert.
Li Yuqian smiled and looked around, but found no spiritual power fluctuations, at least they didn't set up an ambush.
Although he and Fang La later shook hands and made peace, they were definitely not on good terms. Several fights were fought to the death.
Now that I have left the Song Dynasty and arrived on someone else's territory, I have to be careful.
Li Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could recover, Bai Mao pointed in front of him.
Li Yu raised his eyes and saw a smiling man standing in the desert. He was tall, with his hands behind his back, and he looked majestic.
Wearing a double-breasted black dress, an ordinary green and black linen waistband, a shabby undershirt on the chest, his forearms exposed all year round, and wearing straw sandals, he is obviously dressed like an old farmer from Taki, but he is indescribably majestic.
He held a pot of old wine in his hand and grinned, "Fellow Taoist, it's been a long time."
"I see that Master Fang only brought a bottle of wine. You old friends are reminiscing about old times, so we won't disturb you in case you run out of wine, hahaha." After Zuo Ci finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Li Yu grabbed him.
He said nothing this time to let them go.
Zuo Ci hesitated for a moment, but still didn't leave. After all, they were pointing Li Yu to follow them to steal the Samadhi True Fire from the Bull Demon King.
Fang La said: "I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance here, but I met an old friend in a foreign land. If I didn't have a good drink, I would be sorry for this encounter."
Li Yu hurriedly said: "Is it true that the leader came alone?"
"How is that possible? I came out to do something and brought some people with me, but the matter has been done and I asked them to go back."
Fang La said: "This place is very windy and sandy. It's easy to get a stomach full of sand when drinking wine here. There is a dilapidated temple in front of it. Why don't we go there to reminisce about the past."
Li Yu had no intention of reminiscing with him, but the situation forced him to refuse directly, in case it offended him.
As for Zuo Ci and the others, they thought that Fang La had just eaten a fat sheep as big as the Jokhang Temple, and they were really reluctant to leave. They hoped that Fang La would be kinder and know how to share.
Even if it's just some leftover food, you should know that the Jokhang Temple has dominated the plateau for so many years and has accumulated a lot of wealth.
Baimao, Zuo Ci and Chibi are all experienced. Although they may not be able to win every fight, they each have a brush when escaping.
So even though I knew that Fang La was powerful, I kept walking forward. As expected, there was a small shabby house not far away.
Li Yu said with a smile: "There is a small temple here to worship some god..."
Zuo Ci looked embarrassed. When he walked in, his clay sculpture was squatting inside.
The temple is full of spider webs, and the clay statue of Zuo Ci has a very kind and naive smile.
Li Yuqiang suppressed his laughter, but Fang La said with respect: "When Mr. Wujiao returned from southern Xinjiang, he rescued disasters along the way. I don't know how much merit he accumulated and how many lives he saved. From the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the East China Sea
There are temples to Mr. Mister everywhere on the coast, but most of them are dilapidated now, also due to being excluded and framed by others."
Li Yu turned his head in surprise and said, "So you have a nickname, Wujiao?"
Zuo Ci curled his lips and said, "I told you a long time ago that you are not polite. In the future, you should learn more from Master Fang."
Li Yu chuckled lightly. He knew Zuo Ci's Taoist nickname. What surprised him was that he had done such a thankless job back then.
I really don’t know how Mr. Wujiao, who was eager for justice and rescued people in disasters, transformed into the Zuo Ci he is today.
There is probably a tragic story that makes people cry when they hear it and makes people sad when they see it. Most likely, they were persecuted by heaven.
After the five people sat down, they lit a bonfire. Fang La put down the wine bottle and said, "It's a pity that there are no wild beasts here to drink."
Li Yu chuckled, a white light flashed, and a live deer was released from Fengyue Baojian to be slaughtered.
The other four looked at him with strange eyes, and Li Yu said with a smile: "I'm always on the road, and there will always be inconveniences. Isn't this just in case of emergencies?"
"You are really thoughtful." Bai Mao mocked.
Fang La said with a smile: "I appreciate the fact that serious Taoist friends always have the heart to live a good life."
Li Yu expertly skinned the deer and bled it, then took out the salt and seasoning and started grilling the meat.
After a while, the dilapidated small temple was filled with fragrance. Li Yu asked: "Master Fang, are you here to kill the bald donkeys of Jokhang Temple?"
Fang La didn't shy away. After taking a sip of wine, he wiped his mouth and said, "Yes, these people deserved their death. Do you know how many crimes they have committed in the past few hundred years?"
The bonfire was reflected in his pupils. The old man, known as King Ming, said bitterly: "Back then, I sneaked into Ramoche Temple to find a secret book. I once saw the monks in the temple forcing a girl. Eating his own mother. A group of lamas clapped and laughed around, and said they wanted to purify girls... That scene makes people want to vomit when they think about it. There is something even more inhumane than this. In order not to affect our drinking, I won’t say any more.”
Fang La said: "From that time on, I secretly made up my mind that one day I must uproot them and leave no one behind!"
Li Yu could hear the anger in his words. After so many years, he has indeed never forgotten his determination.
Fang La should be a person who hates evil as much as he hates hatred. When he was in such a difficult time, he did not forget to send people to Tokyo to assassinate Zhao Ji.
At that time, Zhao Ji's existence had already done more good than harm to their Ming Cult.
Even so, Fang La still chose to send people to assassinate Wang Shajia. This unsolved case has been pinned on Li Yu's head for a long time.
Until he made peace with Li Yu and told Li Yu in the pavilion that he had done it. The reason was that Zhao Ji and Cai Jing had abused the people too much, and Fang La hated them deeply.
No wonder Fang La's methods were so overbearing this time, and he melted them directly with the Nine Yang Magic.
"It should be killed, it should be killed. They must have paid a lot of tributes during their escape this time," Zuo Ci said.
Li Yu was speechless for a while. Who are these people? They speak so directly.
Before he could finish his speech, and even more shamelessly, Bai Mao said with a smile: "Master Fang's family has a big business, so he probably doesn't like these things. If there is something that is not rare, why not give him a share."
Fang La laughed and said: "Okay, but Fang has encountered a difficult problem recently. If you can be kind and generous, you can choose whatever you want from Jokhang Temple!"
