Jiang Chi and Huang Rong were dressed in night clothes and stood on the eaves as if watching a play. Seeing everyone stop, he smiled lightly and said, "Please continue, we are just passing by, don't care about us."
Looting the collections in the palace's secret vault is the only way to go. Who is willing to fight and kill?
"Senior, please save my life!"
In the courtyard, Guo Jing quickly said respectfully: "I will repay this kindness when I get out!"
Who said Guo Jing was stupid? He knew that Jiang Qian was quite powerful. If he could be rescued, he could save the Beggar Clan disciples from casualties.
No one can be guaranteed to be unharmed under the rain of arrows. Random arrows can always kill people, and can also make people like them feel numb.
I still have a good impression of Jiang Chi from the Beggar Clan, but helping like this seems unworthy and inconsistent with the original plan. He shook his head and said: "Little Ouyang Ke, but in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow, Guo Jing only relies on his sharp and weird poison skills.
You can just avoid it.
As for this group of golden soldiers, they are just ordinary people who do not practice martial arts. If you take advantage of the chaos and join the camp, you can still eliminate harm for the country!"
Wherever his help was needed, the Seven Quanzhen Masters, Master Lingzhi, and Liang Ziwen who were not far away came to help.
Guo Jing was silent and could only nod and smile bitterly, "It's just me who is stupid."
After being exposed by Jiang Que's words, he suddenly realized it and felt enlightened in his heart.
They were all about to take action when they heard a sound breaking through the air, and a few rays of faint golden light came from far and near, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye.
When the light faded, I saw several monks in red cassocks sitting on the eaves nearby. They didn't even cover their faces. They clasped their hands together and shouted, "Amitabha!"
"Tibetan Tantric Buddhism?" Jiang Que looked strange. It was not that he had never heard of this group of foreign monks who came from afar, but he felt that the momentum of these foreign monks was not low.
"Of course."
One of the young monks nodded slightly to Jiang Que and explained: "It is Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, and the donor knows it very well."
Jiang Chi said casually: "The Tantric Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it was expected that you would come to the middle-earth to stir up trouble and seek to obtain the relics of the World Honored One, but I don't know what your connection is with the Vajra Gate of the Western Regions, and why you are so bold and dare to come to the Zhaowang Palace in Dajin."
, Aren’t you afraid that others will settle accounts later?”
Monk Fan was very courageous, and he was not afraid of Wanyan Honglie's settlement. Could it be that he really felt that the sky was high and the emperor was far away from Tibet, and no one could control him.
"The Vajra Gate is a tantric sect, but the tantric sect is not a Vajra Gate." The young monk explained in a leisurely manner, and then added: "As for Prince Zhao's Mansion, aren't everyone here? It's okay for the poor monk and others to join in the fun."
"Interesting." It was the first time he met such an eloquent monk, Jiang Chi, but he narrowed his eyes slightly. It may not be a good thing for the Tibetan Tantric Sect to be stronger than the Song Dynasty.
Tibetan border belongs to Tubo!
Tubo wants to annex Dali and unite with Mongolia to destroy the Jin people and the Song Dynasty. This is an indisputable secret in the court. Even Jiang Chi, as the leader of the Imperial City, knows better - many forces in Tubo regard Tantra as the state religion and Fan monks and lamas as their official religion.
The National Preceptor is in charge of the power of the country.
It also has unclear collusion with Mongolia.
"Brother Jiang, what's the problem with these monks?" Huang Rong wondered why Jiang Que was interested in a group of tantric sects from Tibet and Tibet.
Jiang Chi shook his head and sighed: "I am afraid that these group of monks and monks will become our great enemies in the Song Dynasty in the future. You see that the young monk is so majestic. It is definitely because he has practiced the upper level skills.
"
At this time, Ouyang Ke and his group below also noticed. Seeing that Monk came without concealing his identity, he fell silent.
But Peng Lianhu next to him was not as knowledgeable as Ouyang Ke, and said coldly: "Huh, they are just pretending to be gods and ghosts. They are just a bunch of fake monks. Give me poisonous arrows and shoot them all down!"
He was good at poisoning and was also insidious. He had already smeared poison on the bows and arrows of those soldiers.
"yes!"
The golden soldiers nodded in unison, bent down to draw their bows, and shot out a wave of arrows, which caught the group of monks off guard.
Peng Lianhu was the most sinister, even more vicious than the cynical Ouyang Ke. When he saw the few Tibetan Tantric monks on the eaves condescendingly, he couldn't help but sneer, "Tubo is far away on the edge of the Western Region. Come to me anytime."
Is Middle-earth joining in the fun?"
Although he betrayed the Song Dynasty and joined the Jin people and took refuge with Wanyan Honglie as a slave, he did not have a good impression of the Tubo monks. He ordered the Jin soldiers to shoot arrows coated with poison, and an overwhelming rain of arrows flew out, surging like a tide.
The few monks on the eaves were not in a hurry, and the young monk even smiled indifferently, "Xiao Daoer, the relic of the World Honored One is the most precious treasure of my Buddhism, and it belongs to my Tantric Sect. I hope the donor will not stop it unreasonably!"
After saying that, the guy waved his hand, and a golden light flashed, quickly forming an obstacle in front of them, blocking the waves of arrow rain.
"What method is this?"
Jiang Chi couldn't help but be startled when he saw the methods of these monks, "It's even more powerful than Shaolin. Have you, the Tubo Tantric Sect, mastered Buddhism and realized the power of Zen masters?"
"This is a wonderful method of Tantric Buddhism. If the donor is interested, you can come to me at the Yuelai Inn tonight. The poor monk is the Vajra Dharma King of the Tibetan Tantric Sect. He will definitely introduce the donor to the door and practice Buddhism in order to achieve early bliss!
"The young monk said calmly.
Be a monk?
Jiang Chi couldn't help but shudder, and after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, "I'm afraid I'm not that lucky, so forget it. You should think about how to get out of the predicament in front of you. I'm afraid you won't be able to last long with these methods."
But any secret method will have sequelae, and it is almost impossible to persist for a long time.
Sure enough, the Vajra Dharma King Fanseng nodded and did not deny it, saying: "You are right, but we can take this opportunity to kill them all, which can be considered as revenge for the countless Han people, isn't it?
"
Jiang Chi didn't even have the strength to refute these words, and nodded with a wry smile, "You are right, countless members of my Han family are so innocent, and countless people died tragically at the hands of these bastards!"
Peng Lianhu is not a good person, so there is no harm in killing him.
"Master please!"
Jiang Qian made a gesture of invitation to the Vajra King and his entourage on the eaves, and said: "These people have insulted the Dharma King several times, and the Dharma King just took this opportunity to eradicate them one by one!"
"That's fine!" Vajra Dharma King nodded and said, "It's good that we can also form a good relationship with the donor by the way."
Peng Lianhu glared at Jiang Chi, who was wearing night clothes, and couldn't help but said angrily: "You are a Han after all, why do you want to help him Tubo monks?"
He wondered, weren't the Jin people and the Tubo people both foreigners?
If you are not from our clan, your heart must be different!
Hearing this, Jiang Chi sneered, "Aren't you also working as a slave for the Jin people? Decades ago, the Jin people went south to destroy Bianliang in Tokyo, killing millions of people, looting countless cars of gold and silver, and...
Is it right to excavate the Seven Emperors and Eight Tombs in Henan over and over again? You, Peng Lianhu, are also Han, but you want to help these pig-dog-like barbarians kill me, the Han?"
"you……"
Jiang Chi scolded and scolded Peng Lianhu for a while, and Peng Lianhu couldn't find an excuse. How could he be so unbearable? But in the end he had no choice but to order the golden soldiers: "Kill, kill them all for me!"