The monks in the temple killed many people for a long time, and then they discovered that Fu Hui, the leader of the temple, did not participate in the battle.
The one with the highest cultivation level on the mountain was Fu Hui. Long Chen had killed hundreds of people by himself. The corpses on the ground were piled up, and the blood flowed down the stairs and formed a blood stream.
At this time, the one who should stand up and fight most is Fuhui.
Finally, a monk called out Fuhui's name, and everyone looked at Fuhui who was hiding in the crowd.
Fu Hui held the crescent moon Zen staff, her face was embarrassed and filled with fear.
Long Chen had just split the Vice Dean Mingchan in half with one move. This was so terrifying that Fu Hui was frightened and he did not dare to go over.
Fu Hui is self-aware. Long Chen's current cultivation level is definitely above virtue, goodness and emptiness. His past would have been death.
Just now the monk said that Long Chen was killed on the mountain. Fuhui thought it was the monk's nonsense.
Because during the day, Deshan also said that he would launch a sneak attack at Jade Buddha Pass while Long Chen was away.
He thought it was Wu Jian who led the Long family army who sneaked into Zhenguo Temple to death.
Wu Jian's cultivation level is only at the peak of a king, just like him.
With the same cultivation level, with 50,000 soldiers and horses to attack, it is certain to kill the Long family army.
Therefore, when the monks and soldiers rushed forward, Fuhui took advantage of the chaos and hid in the crowd.
He wanted to go down the mountain, but soldiers blocked the way.
Moreover, his identity is too eye-catching and his actions will be discovered if he moves too much.
But unexpectedly, the monk remembered him after all.
When the monks looked at Fuhui, Long Chen also noticed Fuhui.
Long Chen stood on the corpse, the armor on his body was covered with blood and flesh foam, the black sword turned dark red, and blood flowed along the blade.
The sky was dim, and Long Chen looked like an evil Shura ghost coming out of hell in the dim light.
The soldiers at the foot of the mountain no longer dared to rush up, and they stopped a few meters away from Long Chen.
The crowd was still in a commotion. Those in front couldn't move even if they wanted to, and those behind couldn't move even if they tried to push forward.
Long Chen looked at Fuhui coldly, pointed the black sword in his hand at Fuhui in the crowd, and shouted: "Long Chengen is here! Come and fight with me!"
The soldiers on the main road looked at Long Chen, who looked like a Shura ghost, and shouted in horror:
"Long Chengen, he is Long Chengen, King Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"How is it possible? Why is Long Chengen here?"
"Quick, go back, go back!"
"Don't block my way, get out of here!"
The soldiers on the main road finally lost heart.
Ye Jian, who was still fighting behind him, saw that the enemy troops finally started to loosen up. He grabbed the monk who was squatting on the ground and cursed: "Hurry up and shout!"
The monk's voice was hoarse. He reluctantly got up, stumbled and ran behind Long Chen, picked up the head of the abbot Hong Hui, and shouted: "The abbot is dead, Long Chengen is here!"
This cry became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Roar...
The soldiers finally began to retreat.
When Fuhui saw the soldiers dispersed, he wanted to fish in troubled waters and take the opportunity to escape.
Long Chen jumped up from the corpse mountain, flew towards Fuhui, and shouted: "Where to go!"
When Fu Hui saw Long Chen coming to kill him, she was so frightened that she turned around and ran away, several times faster than the other monks.
The crowd was so chaotic that Long Chen chased after him and killed dozens of monks and soldiers with his sword, but Fuhui had already blended into the crowd and rushed down the mountainside.
Long Chen couldn't catch up, so he could only kill dozens more monk soldiers who escaped.
By daybreak, Zhenguo Temple had been captured.
The main hall and house on the top of the mountain are still burning, and thick black smoke floats far away.
Ye Chang came over and bowed tiredly: "King Wu, they have all run away."
Long Chen said: "Look at the casualties. The uninjured brothers come with me. The injured brothers will be treated on the spot!"
Chang Ye ignored his fatigue and immediately counted the casualties.
The fighting last night was brutal, with more than 500 casualties among a thousand elite soldiers, and less than 300 people could follow Long Chen down the mountain to pursue him.
"King Wu, brothers..."
Ye Chang wanted to say if he could take a break and take a breath.
Long Chen looked at the Long Family Army whose armor was covered in blood and said, "Be patient and follow me!"
Long Chen carried the black sword down the mountain, Ye Chang followed behind, and Xue Ping stayed behind to occupy Zhenguo Temple.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Long Chen found Tie Yaozi's military camp. There were many war horses here.
Long Chen asked everyone to get on their horses and go straight to the Jade Buddha Pass.
The soldiers Long Chen brought were infantry, but they could still ride horses, but they were not good at fighting on horseback.
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Jade Buddha Pass.
After Long Chen left, Wu Jian had been waiting for news at Jade Buddha Pass.
From nightfall until Yin Shi, there was still no movement.
The soldiers under his command stayed up all night. No one had any sleepiness, and they were all waiting for Wu Jian's order to go into battle.
But after waiting all night, Wu Jian just looked to the west with no intention of going to war.
"General Wu..."
A captain from the crossbow battalion came over anxiously and wanted to say something.
Wu Jian raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.
The captain had no choice but to sigh heavily and retreat angrily.
The others, like the captain, were waiting until their livers were on fire.
"General Wu, there hasn't been any movement yet, it won't..."
Han Ziping said worriedly in a low voice.
Wu Jian shook his head slightly and said: "No, King Wu has never failed in a battle."
"This is a sneak attack, so there is no chance of anything going wrong."
Wu Jian trusted Long Chen very much. He believed that Long Chen would never have any problems.
Tang Heizi also comforted Han Ziping and said, "Don't be anxious, just wait."
These words were comforting Han Ziping, and they were also comforting himself.
Everyone waited patiently, and the time passed slowly.
While Wu Jian was waiting in the pass, Deshan and the supervisor Juekong, the monk soldier general Guangxiang, and Tie Yaozi commander Ma Xing were planning in the tent.
Sitting in the tent, Deshan was in a good mood.
"Today's raid has cut off the connection between the small city and the Jade Buddha Pass. If we attack for another day tomorrow, I think we can take it."
Deshan was very optimistic.
Guangxiang was a little embarrassed and said: "Abbott, although this town is small, it is very strong. We did not gain any advantage in attacking the city today."
Most of the people who died during the siege today were the monks and soldiers of Zhenguo Temple, and the iron kites were just shooting arrows on the outside.
Juekong from the prison said: "Abbott, I have an idea about how to attack by force."
Deshan nodded slightly, and Juekong, the supervisor, continued: "The city is small, so we attack with fire. We prepared a lot of kerosene and threw it into the city to burn them."
Guangxiang immediately echoed: "What a good idea. The prison hospital has a good idea."
"The city is small and strong. It cannot be attacked by force. It is best to burn it with fire."
"In my opinion, you should not only throw kerosene in, but also find firewood from around and throw it in together to increase the intensity of the fire."
If a fire breaks out in a small city, the houses, weapons and supplies inside may be ignited.
When the time comes, there will be a city of fire inside. This plan is indeed exquisite.
General Tie Yaozi echoed: "Yes, the prison camp's strategy is very good, I agree."
Juekong said quite proudly: "After several battles with Long Chengen, the poor monk has learned well that he cannot attack with brute force alone, but must outsmart him."
Deshan nodded slightly and said: "What a good idea. When fighting Long Chengen, you really can't act recklessly. You have to fight wits and courage."
"Guangxiang, go prepare kerosene and firewood and attack the city early tomorrow morning."
Guangxiang immediately went to prepare happily.
Deshan asked Juekong: "What's going on over there at Jade Buddha Pass?"
