Datang Fenghua Road

The night was like water, and the bonfires were roaring. The people who had worked hard all day went to lie down in the tents after eating, and the three hundred monks by the river also began to build their own resting places.

Yuchi Baolinbiao rushed over, looked up to the sky and sternly shouted: "Xuanjia cavalry listen to the order. In order to prevent villains from making trouble at night, the 2000 people are divided into two groups to watch for those who want to make trouble. Kill immediately, regardless of whether his mother is a god or a Buddha."

There are [-] Xuanjia cavalry by the river, and the other [-] are at the construction site on the other side of the city.The two thousand cavalrymen suddenly agreed, and immediately a group of one thousand people got on their horses. The team dispersed as they walked, and finally turned into ten small teams of one hundred people, and began to patrol along the river bank.

The focus is naturally on monitoring the three hundred monks.

There was no one to direct this action, but the soldiers were able to do it automatically, and they were all full of vigor and murderous spirit. The Xuanjia Cavalry is worthy of being famous all over the world. Just now, it was a lazy soldier, but in a blink of an eye, it became a minion. tiger.

The three hundred warrior monks all looked at the abbot with anger on their faces.

At this moment, the old monk Zhicao was sitting cross-legged on the bank for his evening class.

Qingyue also crossed her knees and said in a low voice, "Master, the Marquis of Jingyang has begun to show his power."

Zhicao still closed his eyes, and said calmly: "He is a first-class county lord, he will soon be the lord of the princes, and he will even be the emperor of the world in the future. It is right to vent some anger."

Qingyue nodded, and suddenly said quietly: "Master, this disciple is dull, there is one thing that I still can't figure out?"

"Are you trying to say why my Buddhist school is so humble?" Zhi Cao finally opened his eyes. The old monk's eyes seemed to be cloudy, but the depths of his eyes shone with wisdom. If his religious identity was not mentioned, he would be worthy Become a generation of great virtues.

Qingyue folded her hands together and asked with doubts in her eyes: "Although I have been away from the world for many years, I have maintained good relations with many noble families. Master, you even saved the life of His Majesty. As long as we are born in a high-sounding manner, no one can Stop my Buddhism, why do you want to come to the Marquis of Jingyang..."

When she said this, she hesitated for a while, her ears suddenly turned red, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "And I have to take the life of my disciple. This person deliberately insulted me today, and the disciple is very angry."

"Hehe, that's because you have no relationship with the Buddhist family, so you have worldly love in your heart. Anxiety, anger, entanglement, suffering, this is the expression of love."

Qingyue opened his mouth to refute, but the old monk interrupted him with a wave of his hand, saying meaningfully: "That young man was born with a genius with all nine orifices. Since ancient times, only sages have been able to do this. The old monk observed his style of conduct, and it was a step-by-step process. The ability of one link, my Buddhism and the family are friendly, but the Marquis of Jingyang has a bad relationship with the family. After thinking about it for the teacher, I always feel that in the end, the Marquis of Jingyang will win. My Buddhism must change the main camp as soon as possible, so as to avoid the disaster in the future. "

Qingyue frowned and said: "My disciple has been familiar with history books since childhood. Looking at the records of the dynasties and dynasties, I found that no matter how powerful the emperor is, he can't destroy the family. Although the Marquis of Jingyang is very smart, he is only a mortal, even if he becomes an emperor in the future. , at most it is just suppressing the family, Master, are you too unfounded?"

"You are wrong!" The old monk shook his head slowly, suddenly sighed, and said lightly: "Although the family is huge, it will be destroyed by his hands one day. This time will not be very far, and he doesn't even have to wait for him. Enthroned..."

Qingyue was very curious and couldn't help but said, "Why is Shizun so determined?"

The old monk glanced at him, then turned his eyes to the sky, and murmured: "I met Ziyang several times as a teacher back then. He is really an unborn genius. He only started learning martial arts at the age of 50, but he was able to show his strength first." Overwhelming all the heroes in the world. Martial arts is only one of them. Master Ziyang's thoughts are broad and broad. Every time he says something simple, it can make people think deeply. It is like thunder in the sky, and it is like a Buddha's blow to the head. He is a living saint... "

"So what? The Marquis of Jingyang is only the apprentice of the real Ziyang. Even if his master is powerful, he may not inherit as an apprentice!"

"No, you're wrong again!" The old monk shook his head again, sighing with emotion: "It's better than the blue, and the ability to see this son for the teacher is actually three points better than the real person Ziyang."

When Zhicao said this, he suddenly stopped, he slowly stood up from the ground, twisted the rosary in one hand, looked up at the sky, and said meaningfully: "On June [-]th of the ninth year of Wude, this son first forced Tong Yang-in-law to sell it. He was a slave, and then robbed her piggy bank and left home at night. No one knew what happened to him that night. The next day, he appeared on the streets of Chang'an and met Cheng Chumo, the son of Lu Guogong. one person."

"The disciple has also heard about this. It is rumored that he was attacked by a strongman at night, and a stick was knocked on his forehead. As a result, he fell into a coma and got a blessing in disguise, and he was taught by a god in a dream."

The old monk Zhicao chuckled, and said lightly, "Disciple, you have grown up in Buddhism since you were young and have been studying Buddhism for 18 years. Do you believe that there are really gods and Buddhas in this world?"

Qingyue frowned slightly.

The old monk didn't go to order her, and continued: "After he parted with Cheng Chumo, he met Tianjiazhuang villagers with their child brides to eat at a noodle stand, and the prodigal son suddenly turned around, which was a good talk at the time. The young couple returned home hand in hand, The mosquito-repellent incense was made that night, and it was sold in the surrounding villages in three days, and it became popular in Chang'an for half a month."

"And then he invented the waterwheel again?" Qingyue said.

"It's not the invention of the waterwheel, but the improvement of the waterwheel. The waterwheel has been used in the Han Dynasty, but the effect is very general. This child is only slightly improved, and immediately turned the decay into a miracle, shocked the surrounding, and resounded in Chang'an. According to my Buddhist spy in the secular world, when the two waterwheels were erected, thousands of villagers came to watch it every day, which was a temporary sight.”

Qingyue stood up, with a dazed look on her beautiful face, and confused: "Master, what are you talking about?"

Zhicao didn't answer her, but continued: "Fifteen days after the waterwheel came out, Duke Wei Li Jing suddenly visited Tianjiazhuang to explore the wonders of this thing in detail, and after returning to the court, he reported to the emperor. In the afternoon, Han Yue sealed Jingyang County. Man, grant [-] acres of land."

"After half a month, Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui was born, and the Taiyuan Wang family planned to snatch it. His second son, Wang Xun, did not act well, and insulted the wife of the Duke of Jingyang in his words. Just because of this little thing, from now on, the family is destined to be destroyed. disaster."

This old monk recounted Han Yue's past events one by one, and the time of some events was even accurate to a certain day. It can be seen that the Buddhist power is very powerful.

Qingyue is a Buddhist saint, which is not surprising. Her focus is still on the battle between Han Yue and the noble family, and she whispered: "Master, now it will be the fourth year of Zhenguan, he and the noble family will soon be here. Having turned against each other for such a long time, I have never seen how to retaliate. My disciple feels that his chances of winning are not great, otherwise he would have taken action long ago."

The old monk laughed, suddenly pointed his finger at the black armored cavalry patrolling the river bank, and said meaningfully: "In the past, he had no soldiers and no power, so he could only shrink his minions and wait for the opportunity. But now it is different, once the tiger comes out of the mountain, it opens its mouth. to kill."

"It's only five thousand cavalry. Although the mysterious armored cavalry is famous in the world, they are not invincible in the world. As far as I know, the aristocratic families all raise elite dead soldiers. For example, the Taiyuan Wang family hides tens of thousands of dead soldiers secretly. Don't show the mountains and don't show the water, once the order goes down, you will be a good soldier with weapons."

She glanced at the old monk, and finally expressed her opinion, solemnly said: "A Wang clan already has more than [-] troops, and other aristocratic families in the Tang Dynasty are not far behind. Thousands of Iron Cavalry have absolutely no chance of winning."

"Our Marquis has more than that!" A voice suddenly sounded not far away, Yuchi Baolin suddenly jumped out of the dark, and said, "You nun is really not a good person, you pretend to be gentle in front of Marquis during the day. It's cute, and I turned my face and maliciously commented at night. Hehehe, it's a pity that you didn't talk secretly, so the young master eavesdropped on it."

Qingyue stayed for a while, but Zhicao smiled faintly, hehe said: "General Yuchi, although the old monk is seventy years old, he is not deaf or deaf. I have already noticed that you are listening."

This time, it was Yuchi Baolin's turn to be in a daze, and she said in a daze, "Knowing that I am listening in, how dare you speak ill of my Lord Hou?"

The old monk pointed at Qingyue and said with a smile: "It is my disciple who said the wrong thing. If the Marquis of Jingyang gets angry tomorrow, even if he kills her, the old monk will never stop her."

As soon as these words came out, Qingyue and Yuchi Baolin were stunned at the same time, they really couldn't understand what the old monk meant.

Chapter 271 Sixty thousand iron cavalry kills Han Yue

The bow string was clanging, and a sharp arrow broke through the air, and suddenly there was a shrill scream from the grass in the distance, and someone Zhong Jian lay down on the ground.

"Khan is mighty, with a hard bow piercing the air with a hundred steps, killing prey with a single arrow, admiration, admiration, he is worthy of being the overlord of our prairie!" A Turkic nobleman riding on a horse shouted loudly.

It's a pity that his praise didn't get anything. Jieli Khan glanced at him lightly, and said indifferently: "What's so powerful about this Khan? Now, all the tribes are obedient to others, and I have issued three war orders but there is no gathering. Alas, The goshawk has lost its wings, and now Ben Khan is just a useless man who shoots Hannu for fun."

The former prairie eagle murmured: "Seeing that the heavy snow is coming, the tribes do not want to start a plunder war, but instead pin their hopes on the mutual market of the Han people, they never thought about one thing, what would happen if the Han people stopped the food exchange? manage?"

"Khan!" The nobleman stepped forward on his horse and said solemnly, "This is the test of the Heavenly Wolf God for you. I, Turkey, have millions of people who control the strings. Your."

"Kuxian million?" Jieli sneered, and said desolately: "Where are there more controlling strings? Four years ago, Ben Khan sent troops to the Central Plains, stepped through the Yanmen Pass with his horse's hooves, and pointed his sword at the Weishui Bridge in Chang'an. Jing Cong, that's when the real control string million."

He looked up at the sky, fixed his eyes on an eagle soaring, and murmured: "There is a famous saying in the Han people that the world is impermanent and changes every day, but Ben Khan never imagined that the change would be so fast. It only took four years." No, my Turk has been abolished."

The nobleman's eyes flickered and he whispered: "Khan, why don't you go to the Tianshan Mountains and ask the High Priest Hulong to call on the various tribes of the grasslands? As long as the old man is willing to come forward, your Khan's authority can be erected immediately."

"Going to Tianshan?" Jie Li's eyes lit up, and his heart moved a little, but he dismissed the idea and shook his head with a wry smile: "I am going to Tianshan now to seek death, there is someone there who hates me to the bone, she doesn't go down the mountain to trouble me. Fortunately, how dare Ben Khan go to Tianshan to die?"

The nobleman's pupils shrank, he swallowed his saliva cautiously, and said with a shy smile: "The Great Khan is talking about the Youyou Saintess! She is also a Turk, a descendant of the Heavenly Wolf God, so she shouldn't be able to do anything..."

He was very guilty of what he said, and his voice became lower and lower, and finally he couldn't continue.

Jie Li sighed slowly and said meaningfully: "You are also afraid, right? When Ben Khan sent troops to enter the border, you led the former army to march, and the iron cavalry crossed the grassland, and once kicked and trampled some of the grass harvested by the poor. I can think of a little shepherdess who will be your urging person."

"Khan, the military situation was urgent at the time, and there was no way to avoid it during the march."

"But Youyou's parents starved to death, and her younger brother was also killed. This hatred is recorded on us!"

The corners of Jie Li's eyes twitched, and the nobleman looked at each other. The two of them thought of a legend on the prairie, and both felt their scalps tingle.

The nobleman gritted his teeth and said, "Khan, we can't just sit still like this. Now all the grasslands have been invaded by the mutual market of the Han people, and they have long lost the blood of the Turkic wolf. Fortunately, we still have soldiers and horses, and the Khan has [-] under his command. Elite cavalry, can launch a plunder war..."

He glanced at Jie Li and continued: "As long as we grab the wealth and materials, we can continue to raise the soldiers, and then go to annex the grassland tribes one by one, and gather together to form a large tribe of one million people, as long as we can do this, Even if the Tianshan side wants to move us, it has to consider the racial loss."

Jie Li's eyes gradually brightened, he nodded and said: "This statement is in line with my intentions, but it is a bit dangerous. The Han people in the south are getting stronger and stronger, and the mutual market has an elite musket battalion, which is the magical army left by Han Yue. Ben Khan had suffered and knew that the mutual market could not be attacked by force."