The leader was a young boy with a beautiful face, who was very handsome.
Behind him were several servant-like entourages.
The crowd ran for a long time and then stopped.
"Is this almost to Juxuguan?" The jade-faced young man stopped his horse and asked casually.
"Palace..." The attendant was glared at and quickly changed his words, "Sir, to the east from here is the East China Sea, to the north is Juxuguan, and beyond Juxuguan is the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
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"One Hundred Thousand Mountains."
The jade-faced young man murmured, "The world is in turmoil now, and there are demon clans outside who are watching with eager eyes, but our human race is constantly fighting within us, how sad it is."
The entourage did not dare to answer these words randomly, so he had to lower his head aside.
"Do you think General Pei, who lives in Xuguan, will support me?"
"Your Highness, I will definitely do it!"
When the attendant heard this, he ignored the punishment and said excitedly.
"I hope so."
The jade-faced young man's face was gloomy. The follower's words may have come from his heart, but he knew in his heart that General Pei, who lived in Xuguan, had no reason to support him.
Because whether the eldest brother becomes emperor or the second brother inherits the throne, it is impossible to affect General Pei.
The commander-in-chief of Juxuguan, Martial Saint Pei Sheng, is a well-known name in both the demon clan and the human clan.
With the strength of his martial saint, no one in power dares to underestimate him, not to mention that when the new emperor ascends the throne, it is too late to win over him, so how can he dare to offend him.
Pei Sheng has no reason to participate in the struggle for unification.
As early as when he left Beijing, he quickly sent three confidential letters to Juxuguan, but there was no response.
Thinking of this, the jade-faced young man opened his eyes and said firmly: "We are not going to Juxuguan."
"Your Highness..."
"Let's go to the East China Sea!"
"To the East China Sea?" The follower's expression changed, "Overseas Immortal Alliance?"
The jade-faced boy nodded.
"It's the Overseas Immortal Alliance. Aren't they always coveting Dongzhou? If they help me inherit the throne, I will promise them to preach in Dongzhou!"
"this......"
The follower's heart trembled, this is the rhythm that will offend the Dongzhou Immortal Sect to death!
He wanted to persuade, but he didn't dare to speak.
Seeing his expression, the jade-faced young man comforted him and said: "Awang, you have grown up with me since childhood. Although you and I are masters and servants, we are actually brothers. You said, even if I don't find an overseas immortal alliance, the sect immortals in Dongzhou
Door, who will support me?"
"Yuxu Sect? Tianyan Sect? Or other sects and aristocratic families, will they support me?"
Facing the questioning of His Highness the Third, the attendant named Awang remained silent.
"If the eldest brother becomes the emperor, given his temperament, I might be able to protect myself. If the second brother inherits the throne..."
Awang was silent. Everyone knew about the enmity between His Highness the Second and His Highness the Third.
But at the moment, the Crown Prince is obviously no match for His Highness, and almost all the forces in the court are controlled by His Highness.
As soon as the emperor dies, His Highness will forge an edict to depose the prince, and then he can ascend the throne in a grand manner.
By then, His Highness the Third Highness, who is staying in the capital, will be like a turtle in a urn and will be dead.
However, the Third Highness neither has the status of a prince, nor is the mother clan of the Second Highness as powerful as the Second Highness. There is no hope at all in the struggle for unification.
But overseas fairy alliances...
Thinking of this, Awang's heart became hot.
If he gets help from overseas immortal alliances, it is entirely possible for His Highness to ascend to the throne.
Although the Overseas Immortal Alliance is rejected by the Dongzhou Immortal Sect, in terms of strength, the Overseas Immortal Alliance is no weaker than any other Immortal Sect in Dongzhou.
If I can get their support, I don't know who will win.
As for being resented by the Dongzhou Immortal Sect in the future, that is also a matter of the future.
Right now, seizing the throne is the top priority, otherwise His Highness the Third Prince will not even be able to save his life.
A few people talking.
It became completely dark.
After a while, it started pouring rain again.
"What the hell."
Awang cursed lowly and looked around.
"Sir, there is a small temple ahead. Let's go and take shelter from the rain."
Hearing this, His Highness the Third nodded.
Several people rode horses and galloped towards the deserted temple.
...
A moment of effort.
Several people came to the deserted temple.
"Prajna Temple."
His Highness the Third Highness raised his head and glanced at the plaque of the deserted temple.
The black paint on the plaque has fallen off. If he hadn't possessed the strength of a martial artist, he wouldn't have been able to see the writing on the plaque clearly in this pitch-black night.
After dismounting, Awang ordered several other attendants to place their horses, and he accompanied His Highness the Third Prince into the deserted temple.
"Squeak!"
Push open the dilapidated door of the deserted temple.
Ngawang held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, took out the fire stick with his left hand, and lit the candles in the temple.
Enshrined in the deserted temple is a Buddha.
It's just that this stone statue of Buddha is full of cracks and has obviously been in disrepair for many years.
"I can't believe that there are still people worshiping in such a deserted temple."
His Highness the Third Prince glanced at the incense table in front of the Buddha statue.
Seeing the sacrifices placed above, he smiled.
"Sir, you just got caught in the rain. Do you want to make a fire to warm yourself up?"
"Forget it, it's too late now, everyone should take a rest early."
As he spoke, his whole body was filled with energy and blood, and a sound of rushing rivers came from his body.
Then, the water vapor is evaporated.
In just a moment, his clothes were as dry as ever.
Seeing this, Awang's whole body was shaken with energy and blood, and the water steamed up. The two of them cleaned up and prepared to take a rest.
"Why haven't Afu and the others come in yet?"
His Highness noticed something unusual and asked.
After hearing this, Awang's heart trembled, and he quickly said: "Sir, let me go and take a look."
After saying that, open the gate of the deserted temple.
Outside the deserted temple, heavy rain covered the sky and the moon.
Ah Fu saw Awang coming out and knew that His Highness must be worried about them.
Nowadays, the world is in turmoil, and monsters appear frequently in the wilderness. It is normal for His Highness to worry about the safety of everyone.
"Afu, what's the matter?"
Awang walked out of the deserted temple and saw Afu and others talking to an old man, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Commander."
Ah Fu approached Nga Wang and whispered, "This old man wants to stay in a deserted temple for one night."
Awang looked at the old man.
The old man was in his sixties, his whole body was soaked by the rain, and a four or five-year-old girl huddled in his arms, shivering.
"Uncle, please do me a favor. The rain is too heavy. Please let me and my grandson go into this temple to take shelter from the rain."
Awang observed carefully and found that the old man had no energy and blood fluctuations at all, which proved that the old man was not a martial arts monk.
As for whether it is an immortal monk or a monster, given the strength of his soul, it is still unclear.
He glanced at the pouring rain outside and nodded: "Come in."
"Thank you, uncle! Thank you, uncle!"
The old man kept bending down to thank him, and then followed Awang with the girl into the deserted temple.
Including the grandfather and grandson, there were a total of eight people in the deserted temple. For a while, the deserted temple seemed a little crowded.
Neither party was familiar with each other, and it was already late at night, so no one was in the mood to talk.