I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

After the sentinel left, Zheng Linyuan stroked the string of rosary beads and muttered to himself, "The rosary beads of the Living Buddha in the Western Heaven Region, this thing is getting more and more interesting."

Soon after, the sentinel invited the young monk and withdrew.

Zheng Linyuan sat on a chair and looked at the monk.

He is full of heaven, although he is not very old, there is a look of helping the world and saving people in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Sir?" The little monk knew etiquette very well.

Zheng Linyuan: "I used to be the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, but now I am just an idler at Yanmen Pass."

The little monk clasped his hands together: "I have seen the prime minister."

Zheng Linyuan smiled noncommittally: "If I'm not mistaken, this rosary should belong to the Living Buddha of the Western Heaven Region, right?"

The little monk: "Your Excellency's eyesight is really astonishing, this is indeed passed on to me by Master."

Zheng Linyuan was not surprised. Although the young monk's answer was unexpected, it was also reasonable.

"Since you are a disciple of the Living Buddha, if you don't stay in the Western Heaven Region to practice Buddhism, why do you come to this place of slaughter?" Zheng Linyuan asked.

The little monk said: "To tell you the truth, the Prime Minister, I came today to remove a disaster for General Changsun and you."

Zheng Linyuan returned the rosary to him: "I know what you want to say, it's useless, please go back."

The little monk looked calm: "If the prime minister doesn't listen, I won't leave."

Zheng Linyuan: "..."

The monks in the Western Tianyu are more "hateful" than the Confucian scholars in the Song Dynasty.

Although Zheng Linyuan had never dealt with monks before, he had heard many comments on monks from the Western Heaven Region.

They are best at meddling.

At the same time, it will also use the banner of saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Being targeted by the monks of the Western Heaven Region will probably not succeed.

Zheng Linyuan was helpless, "Since that's the case, just say what you have to say."

The little monk Shi Shiran saluted: "May I ask the prime minister, is there a battle between Yanmen Pass and the Great Song Dynasty?"

Zheng Linyuan nodded, this is a well-known fact, only Zhao Xin is still indulging in illusion and unable to extricate himself.

The little monk asked again: "How many people will die in this battle?"

Zheng Linyuan: "There is no exact number. If it is more, it may be hundreds of thousands, and if it is less, it may be tens of thousands."

The little monk: "I am here for these people. Your Excellency, do you know that these hundreds of thousands are not silver taels, but lives."

Zheng Linyuan kneaded his temples, guessing what the little monk was going to say, but after he really said it, he still couldn't stop feeling bored.

What kind of hand do you, a monk from the Western Heaven Region, have in the matter of the Great Song Dynasty?

"The Prime Minister doesn't want to look directly at this sacrifice, right? It shows that you still have compassion for life."

"Those who died for the war are also the children of their parents, the father of the child, and the husband of the wife. Do you think it is worth sacrificing for rights?"

"Don't you feel guilty?"

The little monk said word by word, Zheng Linyuan didn't want to say a word, he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"If the prime minister still has a heart of compassion, he should take the initiative to quell this unprovoked disaster and let life get a real destination." The little monk didn't realize how much Zheng Linyuan hated him.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you can persuade General Changsun to retreat, in time, after a hundred years, you will be able to enter the Paradise of Paradise."

It would be fine if ordinary monks were killed directly.

But this little monk's status is not low.

His master is the only Living Buddha in the Western Tianyu. If those lunatics in the Western Tianyu knew that Yanmen Pass had killed their living Buddha's apprentice, it would probably destroy Cangyun Castle directly.

People blessed by faith are terrifying.

Just when Zheng Linyuan had nothing to say, the military training instigated by Changsun Wangqing finally came to an end. She stepped into Cangyun Fort, and the crisp footsteps were already clearly visible.

Zheng Linyuan's eyes lit up immediately: "The eldest grandson Wangqing is here, she is the real commander of the Cangyun Army, if you have anything to say to her."

Little monk: "Very good, very good."

Regardless of whether Zheng Linyuan is good or bad, he is very happy if he can escape the attack of the little monk.

After Wangqing walked in, the eldest grandson looked at the young monk: "Who is he?"

The little monk hurriedly said: "I am bitterly silent, a little monk from the Western Heaven Region."

"What are you doing here?" Changsun Wangqing asked, turning his gaze to Zheng Linyuan.

Zheng Linyuan understood: "He is a disciple of the Living Buddha of the Western Heaven Region, and he came today because he has something to say to you."

"Then you can talk first, I still have something to do, so let's go first."

Zheng Linyuan left immediately after speaking.

The speed was so fast that the eldest grandson Wangqing even doubted his age.

After Zheng Linyuan left, Kuji told his eldest grandson Wangqing exactly what he had just said.

After Changsun Wangqing heard this, he snorted coldly: "It is absolutely impossible to retreat, do you believe that I will kill you directly?"

Ku Ji remained unmoved: "If I can use my life to block our iron hooves, please ask General Changsun to do it."

and many more.

Changsun Wangqing frowned, why is this painting style so familiar?

Zheng Lang seems to be like this.

The eldest grandson Wangqing suppressed the annoyance in his heart, "Do you think that if I kill you, I will retreat?"

Kuji: "If you die first, you won't be able to see the blood flowing in the middle and wide areas. Even so, I can also fade away the obsession in my heart. Please, General Changsun, do it."

Changsun Wangqing is now sure that he is really not afraid of death.

This feeling is different from what Zhengzhou gave her.

"In Cangyun Castle, Zheng Lang is probably the only one who can do it." Changsun Wangqing thought to himself, got up and said, "You wait here, I'll find someone."