The mist has just dissipated and the sky is gradually getting brighter. In the various military camps of Jinyiwei, all officers and soldiers are fully armed and on standby, waiting for orders from the Jinyiwei Yamen.
At this time, the Jinyiwei Yamen was naturally even more heavily guarded. The courtyards were filled with soldiers. The officers and soldiers no longer held the swords they usually held in their hands, but muskets, bows and crossbows, weapons that were strictly controlled in daily life.
Even the ballistae was brought out...
In front of the main hall of the Jinyiwei Yamen, which was protected by layers of layers, hundreds of middle- and high-level Jinyiwei generals gathered. Each of these people looked solemn and stared at Zhuang Jing, Yuan Jiang, Pang Ying, Wang Qian, and Li Zuo standing on the platform.
Chun, Xu Yingxian, Ji Song and others. Except for Ji Gang who is in Fangshan, all the senior officials of Jinyiwei are here.
At this moment, everyone knows that the showdown is coming. Either they will achieve success or their family will be destroyed. It depends on the outcome of this game. As Ji Gang's subordinates, they have no choice whether to get involved in this life-and-death struggle.
, you can only survive by striving for victory with all your strength, there is no other way other than that...
In the end, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhuang Jing. Before Ji Gang left the capital, he had been fully authorized, so at this moment he was the leader of the Jinyiwei. As long as he gave the order, the Jinyiwei, a savage beast, would break out of the cage and wreak havoc.
The entire capital, tearing the enemy to pieces
His solemn expression was very calm, but his eyes were burning with faint fire. He looked at the sky and then at the door, and seemed to hear something.
At that moment, although there were tens of thousands of people inside the Jinyiwei Yamen, they all held their breaths and watched the officer pass through the numerous gates and run towards the main Yamen. The sound of the rapid footsteps was so clear and loud, as if it was echoing throughout the entire building.
The sky above the Yamen echoed.
The next moment, the man entered the main courtyard, knelt in front of the platform, and reported loudly: "The prince's carriage has left the city."
"Okay" he responded solemnly, and the next moment he waved heavily and said: "Let's go"
"Yes." The generals had held it in for so long, and the voices they burst out were so angry that they were so angry.
The generals saluted and left, and the next moment they set off with their respective armies in a mighty manner.
The sun has risen, and the streets of the capital are once again bustling with people looking for a living.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Horse hooves trampled the tranquility of the capital. Countless Jin Yiwei troops passed by in a mighty manner, and the people hurriedly fled. The team did not start or end, and the murderous aura emanating from thousands of people frightened the people.
As silent as a cicada, I hurriedly hid at home, closed the door, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and prayed that the storm, which had been brewing for a long time and finally hit, would not harm myself...
Outside Qingshou Temple, there was already a sea of soldiers. The frightening shouts crossed the temple walls and even overwhelmed the Sanskrit chanting in the main hall.
The extremely unsettling commotion outside made the monks who were chanting sutras in the palace unable to maintain their calm state of mind. They couldn't help but stop chanting sutras and looked at Xinyan anxiously.
However, Monk Xinyan seemed not to be affected at all. When he heard the chanting stopped, he frowned in displeasure and knocked on the bronze chime in his hand. A crisp sound attracted everyone's attention, and at the same time he shouted in a low voice: "Zen
"Heartless"
Hearing this sound, all the monks were shocked, as if they had been given a slap in the face, and they all looked ashamed, secretly thinking that they had not practiced enough, and were invaded by external demons so easily. How could they achieve Buddhism? So the monks calmed down and didn't care anymore.
The outside world is thinking of their scriptures wholeheartedly.
After all, Qingshou Temple was rebuilt from the palace of a prince. The courtyard has deep walls and layers of walls. When the noise reached the east courtyard where Wang Xianhe and Ye Xian were, it was already very small. But Ye Xian was obviously more aware of what was going on outside than the monks.
What.
"Master, have they found you hiding here?" Ye Xian, the wolf cub, is not that scared, but he and Wang Xian have been getting along for a long time, and they have unconsciously formed some emotional bonds.
Worried about Wang Xian.
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded. During this time at Qingshou Temple, although he didn't recite a few words of Buddha, he was immersed in the sound of Sanskrit bells all day long. He spent most of his time meditating and lying down.
His temperament had changed unconsciously. Sitting there, he was as calm as water, and no one could feel his pyrotechnics at all.
"Then why don't you run away quickly?" Ye Xian said anxiously: "I have already observed it. There is a dog hole in the backyard. You should crawl out from there quickly. You should be able to escape by now."
"Haha," Wang Xian said with a smile: "If you are afraid, go drill it quickly."
"What am I afraid of?" Seeing that Wang Xian was not appreciative and even ridiculing himself, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Good intentions are regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs." He said depressedly and madly: "I really don't know what you are thinking. I knew that there was something wrong tomorrow morning.
It's dangerous, why do you still stay here? Are you really tired of living?"
"This is the test that the old monk gave me." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled at him: "If I escape, it will be a test failure, and he can just stay out of it.
"You are gambling with your life." Ye Xian opened his eyes wide and said, "Although he is really a man, the old monk obviously doesn't care about your life or death."
"Really?" Wang Xian smiled, closed his eyes again, and sat down. "I have confidence in the old monk."
"If you are really confident, go see him quickly." Ye Xian said, "It's so urgent, so why bother?"
"Now is the most critical time." Wang Xian shook his head and said, "If I want to take the initiative to find him, I have to speak first. Naturally, I am always passive. Only by letting him come to me can I take the initiative."
"..." He was dumbfounded at first. He felt that the master and apprentice were really a pair of desperadoes, but he forgot that he was also the same.
Seeing that Wang Xian stopped talking, he stopped trying to persuade him. He could only stand at the door and look up to see if a miracle would happen.
At this moment, Jin Yiwei has completely completed the siege, but no one dares to set foot in Qingshou Temple without receiving orders, even if its gate is open.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the prestige of Dao Yan have long been deeply engraved in everyone's heart. Even if the tiger is old and sick, if no one takes the lead, no one will dare to step into his tiger den.
Standing at the gate is Zhike Monk Xinci. Today, he rarely wears a bright red cassock over his mouse-grey monk robes. He wears a monk's hat on his head, looking solemn and precious. He faces thousands of troops alone.
Wanma's expression remained unchanged, and he felt that he was really awesome just thinking about it. At that moment, the memories that had been buried for many years were tumbling in his heart again, as if he had returned to the battlefield of blood and fire.
What appeared in front of him was not only the turbulent years of the past, but also the old friends who had gone through those years together. However, towards the past, he could only feel compassion for the past, but towards the old friends in front of him, he could only feel hostility.
"Senior Brother Xin Mie." When that figure appeared, his kind eyes immediately focused on him, and he snorted coldly: "Maybe I should call you Master Zhuang now."
"Junior Brother Xinci, you are well." He was still dressed in cloth, solemnly shaking his folding fan, looking so frail, but behind him were thousands of tiger and wolf masters, all of whom obeyed him and obeyed his orders.
For him, it also gave him the ability to look at the temple in front of him, to look at the former junior brother in front of him, and to look at the owner of this temple. "As for what you call me, it doesn't matter, anyway, I am who I am." He said with a contemptuous smile
Said: "But you are not the original you.
"How can you see it?" Xinci asked coldly.
"Back then, you were a brave general who scolded Fang Qiu and took the head of a general out of a million troops." Zhuang Jing looked at Xinci sympathetically and said, "But what about now? Look what you have become. You are just a piece of cake."
Tianba looked at the poor pug as pilgrims came to his door. How do you think you have deteriorated in the past ten years? You have no chance of fame, fortune and wealth, and it is not your turn to become a Buddha. I feel really sad for you."
"Haha, being able to say such a thing just proves that the poor person is you." He smiled kindly but carelessly: "Because I let go, but you can't let go. You have been blinded by layers of evil obstacles, and even
You can’t even understand my practice, which is really pitiful and sad.”
"Haha..." Zhuang Jing chuckled twice and said: "It turns out that you are more pitiful than I thought. You still believe in the old monk's lies. You are really poisoned and there is no cure." As he said this, he suddenly seemed nervous.
He raised his voice and said, "What Buddha Dharma? What cause and effect? How can there be reincarnation? It's all dog farts. How can we say that people live for one life and grass and trees fall for one autumn? I'm just telling you and me that people can only live one life and give up the glory and wealth of this life to cultivate the afterlife.
This is the most tragic and ridiculous act in the world.”
"It's true that summer insects cannot be compared with Yu Bing." Xinci smiled and said: "Since you decided to leave back then, why did you come back today?"
"Of course I'm here to collect debts," Zhuang Jing said bitterly: "We brothers and sisters all went through life and death in the Jingnan Campaign and made great contributions to King Yan. We will be rewarded afterwards based on our merits. The King of Han wants to seal us all."
For the count, Yao Guangxiao said, "A monk has committed such a huge crime, what credit can he say?" Not only did he not want the reward himself, but he also directly rejected all our rewards." Even after many years, he still gritted his teeth with hatred.
He said: "That was the result of our nine-death struggle with one knife and one shot. What power does he have? He rejected it without even asking."
"He is our master." Xinci said calmly: "Once a master, always a father, naturally he has this power."
"Bullshit master" Zhuang Jing roared: "Obstructing people's way of making money is like killing my parents and ruining my future. The day I stood up against the enemy, I swore to God that sooner or later, I would settle this account with him. And
I want to get it back with the capital and profits." He pointed his halberd at Xinci and said, "Hand over Wang Xian in just one stick of incense, otherwise don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship." The last few words came out one by one.