In the eastern part of Shuzhou, there is a nameless valley.
Wuhua, who was wearing a white gown, walked along the narrow mountain road and came to the valley again.
When he walked past the foot of the mountain and saw the scenery in the valley, a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face.
When he left last time, this valley was still a wilderness of mountains and forests, but now it has turned into a large village.
The wooden houses are neatly arranged, and the farmland is located on the hillside of the valley. Figures are bent over and busy in the fields.
The smoke from the cooking pots drifted in the air, accompanied by the sounds of children playing.
"Master, is this the Nameless Valley you are talking about?"
Just when Wuhua was stunned, several old men wearing linen clothes came behind him, looking at the villages in the valley with joy on their faces.
Not just a few old men, there were hundreds of ragged people behind them.
"It should be!" Wuhua smiled.
Afterwards, he walked along the path towards the valley.
"Holy Monk!"
Suddenly a surprised voice sounded.
Wuhua looked around and saw a farmer looking at him in the field.
"Amitabha!" Wuhua muttered softly.
"The holy monk is back!"
"The holy monk is back!"
The farmer couldn't help shouting loudly.
As he shouted, figures rushed out from the villages in the valley.
They rushed to Wuhua, knelt down and worshiped devoutly: "Welcome to the holy monk!"
"All donors, please get up quickly!" Wuhua said somewhat awkwardly.
This piety made him a little nervous.
At this moment, a familiar person came closer and said, "Believer Liu Qingxu respectfully welcomes the holy monk."
Wuhua helped him up helplessly and said, "Didn't you tell me not to call you Holy Monk?"
"The holy monk saves me from the sea of suffering and seeks a Buddhist kingdom for us. We are willing to believe in the holy monk." Liu Qingxu said with a pious face.
They are all refugees in troubled times. If Wuhua hadn't rescued them, they would have become withered bones in the mountains.
Wuhua not only rescued them, but also helped them find a place to live and gave them money to buy food and clothing.
Now that they can live in peace in this valley, it is Wuhua's gift.
After Wuhua left, not only did they not forget Wuhua, but they even regarded Wuhua as their faith.
Especially Liu Qingxu, who followed Wuhua's philosophy and accepted and rescued refugees who could not survive due to the war.
Although he rescued not many people, over time, he rescued hundreds of people.
Wuhua looked at the happy and pious faces, and his Buddha heart couldn't help but throb.
"Perhaps the path to Buddhahood for a poor monk lies here!"
What is Buddha?
The enlightened person is the Buddha.
What is enlightenment?
Knowing one's mind and one's nature is enlightenment.
Knowing right from wrong and seeing good and evil is enlightenment.
"Amitabha! This place should be the Valley of Buddha Enlightenment!" Wuhua chanted softly.
When Liu Qingxu heard the words, his eyes lit up, he clasped his hands together, bowed and said: "The place where the holy monk is is the Buddha Enlightenment Valley!"
Wuhua smiled brightly.
The Valley of Buddha Enlightenment he mentioned was the place of his own enlightenment.
But the Buddha Enlightenment Valley that Liu Qingxu mentioned was the place where he was.
"I want to stay here for a few days, poor monk, is it possible?"
"The holy monk asked, and the believers have built a Buddhist temple for the holy monk." Liu Qingxu said.
Wuhua looked at the largest wooden house in the village and already understood that it was built for him.
Although he didn't care about this, he didn't want to waste the kindness of these villagers.
"They are all suffering people, and they still need you to take them in!" Wuhua pointed at the refugees behind him and said.
"Everyone who comes is a saintly monk!"
Liu Qingxu took a step forward and chanted to the refugees: "Amitabha!"
A group of refugees looked at each other in confusion. A few old men came to their senses first, bowed and recited: "Amitabha!"
Liu Qingxu nodded with satisfaction.
Seeing this, Wuhua smiled helplessly.
He knew what Liu Qingxu meant and why Liu Qingxu did what he did.
Liu Qingxu was grateful to Wuhua and was willing to follow Wuhua's will to take in more refugees.
But he must ensure that all the refugees entering the Buddha Valley believe in Wuhua.
Unified thinking, management, and unified will can avoid many conflicts.
So Wuhua did not stop Liu Qingxu.
Entering the village and looking at the sallow but hopeful faces, Wuhua was in a good mood.
Although the people here are living a hard life, at least they have hope.
As long as they have hope, they can live a better life in the future.
The temple Liu Qingxu built for him was not big, nor could it be called exquisite or gorgeous. It was just a very ordinary wooden house, but it was already the best wooden house in the village.
Entering the house, there is a mat and a clay Buddha statue.
Sitting on the mat, Wuhua always felt a little weird looking at the Buddha statue, because the Buddha statue looked like him.
"They should thank you. You helped them build this paradise." Wuhua said to Liu Qingxu.
"Without the guidance of the holy monk, how can believers find this paradise?" Liu Qingxu knelt in front of Wuhua and said.
"Get up, don't keep kneeling!" Wuhua said.
"Believers have nothing but a heart to worship Buddha!"
"A poor monk is not a Buddha!"
"In the hearts of believers, the holy monk is the Buddha! Believers are willing to be ordained and to always follow the holy monk."
Wuhua sighed leisurely.
He felt that Liu Qingxu's belief in Buddha was more pious than his.
"Is there still trouble here? The poor monk can help solve it."
In desperation, he could only change the topic.
Liu Qingxu was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much. He just said: "There are many wild animals in the mountains and the people are living in hardship. Although the believers have taught them martial arts, it is a pity that the kung fu practiced by the believers is too low-level to give them the ability to protect themselves.
"
"Please also ask the holy monk to give me the skills."
The people in the valley are ordinary people, and few of them practice martial arts.
Although Liu Qingxu has practiced martial arts, his cultivation level is only fifth level.
In addition, he was from an ordinary background and had no advanced skills at all.
Wuhua thought for a while and said: "The technique is simple, I can just come and get it tomorrow."
He knows many martial arts, including Shaolin Kung Fu, Japanese Ninjutsu, Danxin Technique, Windward Slash, etc.
These techniques are enough for a warrior to reach the ninth level or even the innate realm.
…
Inside Pingman Pass.
The bright sunshine spreads through the narrow gap in Guancheng.
Qin Wei rode to the city gate.
"Your Highness, everything is packed!" Yuwen Chengdu came to Qin Wei and reported.
Qin Wei nodded slightly and looked around the city, his brows slightly furrowed.
Although the thick smoke has dissipated, a strong smell of smoke still lingers in the city.
"Leave the defense here to Liu Qing, and Liu Qing will be stationed here from now on."
"Here!" Yuwen Chengdu said.
Qin Wei cannot go south to Yunzhou, nor will he stay in Pingman Pass.
Next, he will return to Shuzhou City, and Yuwen Chengdu will follow him back, but Pingman Pass cannot be ignored, so Liu Qing can only stay and garrison it.
"I won't go in. You can just watch and deal with it."
After Qin Wei finished speaking, he turned and left.
The smell of smoke is so strong that it's a bit uncomfortable to stay in the city.
After a while, Qin Wei returned to the An Ning Army's camp.
"Where are the two innate warriors?"
He jumped off the horse and asked.
Xiao Shunzi replied: "He has been guarded by Senior Mo Yan in the camp on the west side."
"Come over and meet!"
Just as Qin Wei was walking towards the camp on the west side, Wang An ran over again.
"Meet Your Highness!"
"Is something wrong?"
Wang An smiled and said: "Your Highness, it's a good thing. Master Liu and Master Ji have captured Shuzhou City."
Qin Wei was a little surprised, "So fast?"
Although the walls of Shuzhou City are not as good as Pingman Pass, it is not easy to capture them.
Moreover, Liu Yuanrang and Ji Fei had less than 10,000 troops and no siege equipment.
Qin Wei originally thought that it would take them a while to capture Shuzhou City, but he did not expect that they did it in just ten days.
Wang Andao: "They are not the ones who defeated it. It was the rebels in Shuzhou City who surrendered."
Qin Wei suddenly realized that this was normal.
Tang Mingcheng has become a prisoner, and the rebels in Shuzhou City have long been panicked. In addition, the Anning Army has continued to advance south during this period, and everyone knows that it will be a matter of time before Shuzhou City is recaptured.
With the army shattered and without a leader, the rebels in the city would naturally choose to surrender.
"Send a message to Mr. Liu, saying that I have captured Pingman Pass and will go to Shuzhou City in a few days."
"Here!"
Afterwards.
Qin Wei came to a camp.
Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian were placed on the wooden frame, and Mo Yan sat beside them with his eyes slightly closed.
Seeing Qin Wei come in, Mo Yan quickly stood up and bowed slightly.
Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian also raised their heads.
At this time, they were seriously injured and very weak, but the powerful vitality of the innate warriors allowed them to still maintain a clear consciousness.
They looked at Qin Wei, looking at that blurry and tender face, with vague panic in their eyes.
As innate warriors, there are very few things in this world that can make them panic.
But the terrifying coercion and mysterious methods made them confused.
"Senior Mo Yan, please go out first," Qin Wei said.
Mo Yan cupped his hands and walked out of the tent.
Qin Wei looked at the two prisoners, then stepped forward and put his hand on Zhong Daofu's head.
The rich energy and artistic conception flowed into his body along his hands.
Three white chess pieces immediately condensed on the Yitian chessboard.
Two levels of artistic conception can condense three white chess pieces, and one level of artistic conception can only condense one chess piece. As for how many chess pieces can be condensed on three levels of artistic conception, Qin Wei has not tried it yet.
"What are you doing!" Li Zhongxian looked at Qin Wei and asked in panic.
As for Zhong Daofu, he no longer has the ability to speak.
The true energy and artistic conception were drained instantly, and Zhong Daofu, who was already weak, fell directly into a coma.
"The dead don't need to know." Qin Wei withdrew his palm from Zhong Daofu's head and stretched it towards Li Zhongxian.
In fact, he can choose to upgrade the cultivation level of a summoned character to the innate realm, just like Yuwen Chengdu did.
It's a pity that there is no suitable person around him now.
Zhuge Zheng and I are in Kyoto, Iron Shou is in Tianzhou, Di Renjie is still clearing out the remnants of the Holy Cult, and the Fire Cloud Evil God is following Li Ru.
Now there is only one chess piece beside him, Yuwen Chengdu.
"Let Wang An come in!" Qin Wei said.
Xiao Shunzi quickly called Wang An in.
"Come here!" Qin Wei called.
Wang An was a little confused, but he still walked to Qin Wei honestly.
Qin Wei directly put his other hand on Wang An's shoulder.
"Hold your breath and concentrate, and run the technique."
Then a stream of pure Qi flowed into Wang An's body.
Needless to say, Wang An was shocked.
Qin Wei did not upgrade his cultivation to Xiantian, but only to the ninth level. As a result, there were six white chess pieces on the Yitian chessboard.
After the matter was over, Qin Weicai said to Wang An: "This matter must not be spread outside."
Wang An came back to his senses, feeling the rich zhenqi in his body, and quickly knelt down and worshiped: "I would like to thank Your Highness for your gift."
"Well, get up!"
Qin Wei walked out of the tent with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Shunzi skillfully broke the necks of Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian.
…
The news that Pingmanguan City had been captured by the Anning Army quickly spread throughout the three southwest states.
Such an important pass was actually captured so easily. Most people's first reaction when they learned about this was disbelief.
But when they learned that Qin Wei used smoke attacks to capture Pingman Pass, they were both surprised and incredulous about Qin Wei's clever plan.
Some things seem simple, but many people never think of them.
The smoke attack is not a powerful move, but Pingman has been here for hundreds of years and no one has ever used this move.
Inside Yuehai Mansion City.
Lan Yuehou was sitting in the tent, drinking and having fun.
"Haha, interesting, interesting, this kid Prince Xin'an is really smart!"
"Master Marquis, the Prince of Xin'an County has already established the Pingman Pass, how long will we have to spend here?" the old man said helplessly.
They have been staying outside this month's Haifu City for more than two months.
However, in the past two months, they only fought once and spent the rest of the time in the camp behind closed doors.
"Why are you in a hurry? His Majesty gave me two years, just take your time!"
Lan Yuehou raised his head and downed a glass of wine and said nonchalantly.
"But it's okay to waste time here all the time. We might as well go to Nanyang City." The old man said.
Lan Yuehou stretched his waist.
"The emperor has told me not to return to Beijing within two years. Naturally, I have to have some fun in Yunzhou."
The old man wanted to speak but stopped.
He knew that Lan Yuehou was venting his anger on Emperor Li, otherwise how could a small Yuehai City stop the Mingyue Army?
He didn't care about Emperor Li's attitude, he just didn't want Lan Yuehou to stay here.
"Okay, okay, I know. You go and tell the Nanhai navy and let them come to Yuehai Fucheng."