Ma Xing had enough rest lying on the ground and slowly got up.
He and Fu Hui had the same idea.
After suffering such a huge defeat, Shi Le would definitely be furious if he went back like this.
In anger, it is not impossible to behead them.
So, hide here, wait, and send a battle report back to ask for help.
By the time the reinforcements arrive, Shi Le's anger should have subsided and he will not kill anyone in a fit of rage.
Moreover, the two of them can discuss how to write a battle report.
After gathering the remaining soldiers who had escaped, Fu Hui and Ma Xing entered Yangcheng.
The prefect hurriedly led people to greet him, and Fu Hui and Ma Xing immediately wrote a battle report and sent it to Xingqing City.
The messenger rushed quickly and was sent to Xingqing City immediately.
Xingqing City, Royal Palace.
Ma Fang hurried into the harem with a battle report.
Walking to a warm pavilion, Ma Fang stopped, tidied herself up, and then carefully opened the door and entered.
Shi Le was playing chess with the imperial concubine Li Yan, and several palace maids were waiting on them. There was a basin of charcoal fire beside them.
Li Yan held a chess piece in her hand and looked at the chessboard not knowing where to place it.
"My beloved concubine is undecided."
Shi Le said with a smile.
Li Yan said coquettishly: "The king is very good at chess, and he agreed to let me be my concubine."
Shi Le smiled and said: "It's just a chess game, it's not real. If you lose, you can try again."
Li Yan took the opportunity to mess up the chessboard and said with a smile: "The king said, there is another game over there, the king wants it."
Before Li Yan finished acting coquettishly, Ma Fang came over and said, "Your Majesty, report on the battle of Zhenguo Temple."
Ma Fang bent down and lowered his head, holding the battle report in both hands and sending it to Shi Le. He did not dare to look up at Shi Le.
When Shi Le heard the battle report from Zhenguo Temple, his face immediately darkened and he stopped laughing with Li Yan.
Shi Le ordered the Zhenguo Temple to guard the temple and not to fight.
However, Zhenguo Temple sent a battle report.
This battle report is either good news about a victory or a huge defeat.
Shi Le had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Quickly reading the battle report, Shi Le's face changed drastically. He stood up and tore up the battle report angrily, cursing: "Deshan is so confused. I asked him to defend, but he attacked rashly. Now it's better. He was killed and Zhenguo Temple was lost."
Yes, we lost hundreds of thousands of troops! Waste, waste!"
Shi Le was so furious that the imperial concubine Li Yan turned pale with fright, and the maids serving around her even prostrate themselves on the ground and did not dare to move.
Ma Fang was also nearby and did not dare to speak.
At this time, Shi Le was so angry that no one dared to touch the bad luck.
boom!
Shi Le slapped the chessboard with his palm, and the jade chessboard was shattered into pieces. The imperial concubine Li Yan screamed and fell to the ground in fright.
"Go! Find Kongji!"
"There are also civil and military ministers from the DPRK and China who are here to discuss matters!"
Shi Le strode out of Nuange angrily and walked towards the main hall.
When Shi Le left the Nuan Pavilion, Ma Fang immediately called the palace maid over: "Hurry and help the imperial concubine to get up."
The palace maid came over to help Li Yan, who was pale in beauty, and found that her face had been punctured by broken jade slag and had begun to bleed.
"My dear, your face."
The palace maid looked at Li Yan's face in horror. The cut was not big, but in the fierce competition for the harem, such flaws on her face were fatal.
"my face."
Li Yan touched her face in panic, with blood staining her hands. Li Yan exclaimed: "My face, what happened to my face?"
Ma Fang has no time to take care of Li Yan. The situation in Xixia is very critical now and he must immediately call the ministers to discuss countermeasures.
Ma Fang did not read the battle report, but when he saw that the messenger who delivered the message looked very embarrassed, he asked about the situation first.
The messenger said that Zhenguo Temple was raided by Long Chen, Deshan was killed by the formation, Zhenguo Temple was lost, and Sun's soldiers were nearly 200,000.
Such a huge defeat shocked the whole country.
Ma Fang ignored Li Yan and immediately left the Nuan Pavilion, calling for a group of eunuchs in the palace to deliver letters and decrees.
Zhaoti Temple.
Kongji was patrolling the main hall to see if there were many worshippers.
The beginning of spring every year is the peak time for believers to offer incense and make offerings. Kongji usually meets believers in the main hall.
"Abbott."
A kind-faced man in his fifties came over, bowed deeply to Kong Jing, and bent at ninety degrees, looking extremely pious.
"Wang Dashan, how are your legs and feet feeling?"
Kong Ji immediately helped the man up and asked with a smile.
"Thanks to the abbot and the Buddha who took refuge in me, my legs and feet can still walk."
"While you can still go, come and worship Buddha and meet the abbot."
This good man named Wang He was a big patron of Zhaoti Temple and donated a lot of money.
Wang He's ancestors were good at doing business for generations, and their caravans traveled between Us and Xixia, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and Nanliang, and accumulated hundreds of millions of furniture.
But there is a problem in their family. When the man reaches forty, his legs will gradually become stiff and he will eventually become a lame.
This became a curse passed down from generation to generation in the Wang family.
By Wang He's generation, he was a devout believer in Zhaoti Temple.
When she got married, she specially took her mother-in-law to stay one night at Zhaoti Temple, worshiped and took refuge in the Buddha at the Demon-Suppressing Hall, and invited Monk Kongji to stay with her all night.
Later, Wang He gave birth to a very healthy son. He is now almost thirty years old. He is strong and strong in martial arts, but he doesn't like doing business very much.
"Is your son okay now? There are no signs of any problems with his legs or feet, right?"
Monk Kongji knew what was going on, and he spent the entire night keeping vigil over Wang He's wife.
At that time, Kong Ji was young and in his prime of life.
Wang He's wife, Mrs. Liu, was a stunning woman. After Kongji used incense to seduce Mrs. Liu, she spent the whole night tossing her around.
After returning from Zhaoti Temple, Mrs. Liu became pregnant immediately.
"It's very good. I studied under a martial artist and I'm quite talented."
Wang He was very happy, although his son was not in business and the family business was not easy to pass on.
But compared to becoming a disabled person, Wang He would rather his son be in good health.
Anyway, the family's billions of wealth is enough for his children and grandchildren to enjoy happiness.
"That's good, Buddha bless you."
Kong Ji clasped his hands together and said with a smile.
Facing this man Wang Dashan who had been cuckolded by him and raised a bastard for him, Kongji didn't feel any guilt in his heart. He even thought about what happened that night. Mrs. Liu was really smooth.
It's just a pity that Wang He came to worship every year, but Mrs. Liu never came, so Kong Ji had no choice but to make trouble again.
"Abbott, I want to go to the Demon-Conquering Hall to pay my respects again, but I don't know if it's convenient."
Wang He asked in a pleading tone.
Kong Ji was stunned for a moment. Wang He thought that Kong Ji was unwilling, so he immediately explained: "My legs and feet have been getting worse recently, and I want to worship the Demon-Conquering Buddha."
"I brought an offering of 10,000 gold coins today and have given it to Master Puxuan."
Monk Kongji didn't mind, but when he talked about the Demon Subduing Palace, he suddenly thought of Long Chen.
"Oh, it's not inconvenient. Wang Dashan came with the poor monk."
Monk Kong Ji changed his mind, smiled and took Wang He to the back of the main hall.
Two strong servants supported Wang He and walked slowly back.
This Wang He has weak legs and feet, but he likes to walk. He doesn't like others to carry him, and he doesn't want to sit in a sedan chair.
This is how people are, they cling to whatever they lack.
Those with bad eyesight like to watch, and those with bad legs and feet like to walk.
Monk Kongji walked in front, and Wang He followed slowly behind.
After walking through the lively Refuge Hall, exiting the back door, turning around the corridor, we arrived at the quieter Demon-Conquering Hall.
The Demon-Conquering Hall is painted with black paint and looks depressing.
When we walked in, we saw a Buddha statue over five meters high.
This Buddha statue has four faces, each with a different expression, including anger, compassion, ferocity, and sneer. It has four arms, each holding a sword, a demon pestle, a broadsword, an axe, and a pair of blood-red
His thighs rested on a skull carved from stone.
Under the skull, there are four heads, which are the fourth sons of the Long family.
